Cody by Mike and Michelle Walker / Your best friend, Mike

I’ll remember you, when the west wind moves, upon the fields of barley. You’ll forget the sun in his jealous sky, as we walk in fields of gold.

So I took my boy, for to hunt a while, among the fields of barley. In my arms you fell, as the day came down, among the fields of gold.

Will you stay with me, in my memory, among the fields of barley? We’ll forget the sun, in his jealous sky, as we play in fields of gold.

See the west wind move in the autumn sun, upon the fields of barley? Find the pheasants there, when you catch their scent, among the fields of gold.

I’ve never made promises lightly, and there have been some that I’ve broken, but I swear when we meet again, we’ll walk in fields of gold. You’ll always be in fields of gold.

Many years have passed since those first fall days, among the fields of barley. See the ones we missed, as the sun goes down, among the fields of gold.

I’ll remember you, when the west wind moves, upon the fields of barley. You can tell the sun in his jealous sky, we’ll meet in fields of gold.

Find you there in fields of gold….
where we walked in fields of gold.

 

Godspeed Cody Boy