Fields of Gold
You'll remember me when the west wind moves upon the fields of barley
You'll forget the sun in his jealous sky as we 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…
Bri Werner 05/08/2017 9:02
Herrliche Farben! LG Bri