fields of gold...

You'll remember me when the west wind moves

Among the fields of barley

You can tell the sun in his jealous sky

When we walked in 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

Will you stay with me? Will you be my love

Among the fields of barley?

And you can tell the sun in his jealous sky

When we walked in 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 fields of gold

We'll walk in 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 fields of gold

We'll walk in fields of gold

Ooh

Many years have passed since those summer days

Among the fields of barley

See the children run as the sun goes down

As you lie in fields of gold

You'll remember me when the west wind moves

Among the fields of barley

You can tell the sun in his jealous sky

When we walked in fields of gold

When we walked in fields of gold

When we walked in fields of gold, ooh

Inzicht...

Ik ben zo  afgemat onder de last
van wat ik vruchteloos heb liefgehad,
dat ik voortdurend struikel op mijn pad
en allengs dieper in het duister tast.

Herinneringen bieden geen houvast;
ik raakte steeds meer kwijt dat ik bezat.
Wat er van mij  geworden is en wat
ik ooit beoogde is in schril contrast.

Vertrouwd geraakt met laagheid en bedrog
vind ik wat onaanvaardbaar leek gewoon;
ik weet dat stof tot stof keert, as tot as.

Wat grijpt het mij nog aan, terwijl ik toch
allang doorgrondde dat het leven zo’n
intens lamlendige vertoning was?





Jean Pierre Rawie

and so it goes...

als...