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.Will you stay with me, will you be my love.Among the fields of barley.We'll forget the sun in his jealous sky.As we lie in fields of gold................
发表于 2011-9-9 00:52:10
