Mary Black - Fields Of Gold

You'll remember me when the west wind moves
Among the fields of Barley
You can tell the sun in his jealous sky
As you walk in fields of gold

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

Will you stay with me will you be my love
Among the fields of Barley
You can tell the sun in his jealous sky
As you lie in fields of gold

I never made promises lightly
And there have been some that I've broken