Fields Of Gold / Eva Cassidy You ll remember mewhen the west wind movesUpon the fields of barleyYou ll forget the sun in his jealous skyAs we walk in fields of gold So she took her loveFor to gaze awhile upon the fields of barleyIn his arms she fell as her hair came downAmong the fields of goldWill you stay with me, will you be my loveAmong the fields of barleyWe ll forget the sun in his jealou..