Jan 26, 2007 01:21
So she took her love
for to gaze a while
upon the fields of barley
in his arms she fell
as her hair came down
among the fields of gold
will you stay with me
will you be my love
among the fields of barley
you'll forget the sun
in its jealous sky
as we lie in fields of gold.
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