A couple of weeks ago I was down at the barn before my riding lesson, and the farrier was there, trimming the horses' feet. It was a late, lazy afternoon as I stood leaning against the wooden post, watching the farrier clip away at the edges of a hoof, listening to the contented hrruumphs and happy munching of relaxed ponies. The farrier's truck was parked alongside the stalls, a steaming thermos flask of hot coffee releasing a thin swirl of smoke, the radio set on the Golden Oldies as the sun slowly sailed lower towards the earth, spreading a flare of colour and light all across the lush paddocks and colouring everything golden.
Gumboots pushed her muzzle into the crook of my neck and gently blew into my ear as I idly scratched her ears. The song on the radio sounded oddly familiar, and I turned my concentration to the husky, mellow voice on the radio as I recognized the lyrics.
Without thinking, I turned to the old farrier and said, "This is my favourite song."
He looked up from under the hoof of a horse and said something about how wonderful it is that a young girl still recognizes classic songs. I barely heard what he said as I listened to the song, because I just realized, just then, in a complete spur of the moment as Gumboots nibbled my hair, that it is my favourite song.
You'll remember me when the west wind moves Among 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? Upon the fields of barley We'll forget the sun in his jealous sky As we walk in the fields of gold
See the west wind move like a lover's soul 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 will walk in fields of gold We'll walk in 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 As you lie in 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 fields of gold You can tell the sun in his jealous sky We walked in fields of gold
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