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Fields of Gold

"Fields of Gold"

February, 2012

So she took her love for to gaze awhile
Upon the fields of barley
In his arms she fell as her hair came down
Among the fields of gold...

I never made promises lightly
And there have been some that I've broken
But I swear in the days still left
We'll walk in fields of gold...

~Sting, Fields of Gold