Golden Rain


Many years have passed since those summer days, among the fields of barley
See the children run as the sun goes down, among the fields of gold
You’ll remember me when the west wind moves, upon the fields of barley
You can tell the sun in his jealous sky, when we walked in fields of gold

Fields of Gold

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