fields of gold

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 the 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 the fields of gold

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

many years have passed since those summer days
among the fields of barley
see the children run as the sun goes down
among the fields of gold
you'll remember me when the west wind moves
upon the fields of barley
you can tell the sun in his jealous sky
when we walked in the fields of gold
when we walked in the fields of gold
when we walked in the fields of gold

desert rose

i dream of rain
i dream of gardens in the desert sand
i wake in pain
i dream of love as time runs through my hand

i dream of fire
these dreams are tied to a horse that will never tire
and in the flames
her shadows play in the shape of a man's desire

this desert rose
each of her veils, a secret promise
this desert flower
no sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this

and as she turns
this way she moves in the logic of all my dreams
this fire burns
i realize that nothing's as it seems

i dream of rain
i dream of gardens in the desert sand
i wake in pain
i dream of love as time runs through my hand

i dream of rain
i lift my gaze to empty skies above
i close my eyes
this rare perfume is the sweet intoxication of her love

i dream of rain
i dream of gardens in the desert sand
i wake in pain
i dream of love as time runs through my hand

sweet desert rose
each of her veils, a secret promise
this desert flower
no sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this

sweet desert rose
this memory of eden haunts us all
this desert flower
this rare perfume, is the sweet intoxication of her love