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.
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.
Mändle 04/08/2012 15:41
tolles bild ! gefällt mir sehr gutvg
perle sonja 04/08/2012 14:47
sehr berührendlg
Sonja