26 August 2012
Sit with me,sit with me and let's watch the sun arise,now up morning has come,soon to be twilight.
The field of gold ,our secret, A place for us to go. To watch the birds fly and the shadows move upon our field of gold.
Sit with me,stay with me il warm you if you're cold, Sit with me,say nothing Let the golden tail be told. In our field or should I say fields of gold!
Moon child
Field Of Gold • Opuss № I