Etikettarkiv: Sting

Fields of Gold – in The Kingdom Of Red Barns

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 … Fortsätt läsa

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