Nature's first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf's a flower; But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf. So Eden sank to grief, So dawn goes down to day. Nothing gold can stay.
See the west wind move like a lover so Upon the fields of barley Feel her body rise when you kiss her mouth Among the fields of gold I never made promises lightly And there have been some that I`ve broken But I swear in the days still left We`ll walk in the fields of gold We`ll walk in the fields of gold
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See the west wind move like a lover so
Upon the fields of barley
Feel her body rise when you kiss her mouth
Among the fields of gold
I never made promises lightly
And there have been some that I`ve broken
But I swear in the days still left
We`ll walk in the fields of gold
We`ll walk in the fields of gold
Sting in "Fields of Gold"
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