You'll remember me when the west wind moves...

Jag har nog aldrig längtat så mycket efter att få somna bredvid Peter som jag gör ikväll. Med honom är det bästa sättet att sova.

You'll remember me when the west wind moves,
among the fields of Barley
You can tell the sun in his jealous sky,
when we walked in fields of gold

So she took her love, for to gaze awhile,
among 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?
And you can tell the sun in his jealous sky,
when we walked in fields of gold

I never made promises lightly,
and there have been some that I have broken
But I swear in the days still left we will walk in fields of gold,
we will walk in fields of gold

Many years have passed since those summer days,
among the fields of barley
See the children run as the sun goes down,
as you lie in fields of gold.

(Fields of Gold)