Ooooooh,
You'll remember me,
When the west wind moves,
Among the fields of barley,
You'll forget the sun in his jealous sky,
When we walk in the 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.

I never made promises lightly,
And there've been some that I've broken,
But I swear in the days still left,
We will walk in the fields of gold,
We will walk in 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,
When we walk in the fields of gold.