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... i love the golden fields ...
... i love sweet summer memories
... i love the song
Fields Of Gold
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 will 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 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
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
Eva Cassidy / Sting
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Lord Franklin
We were homeward bound one night on the deep
Swinging in my hammock I fell asleep
I dreamed a dream and I thought it true
Concerning Franklin and his gallant crew
With 100 seamen he sailed away
To the frozen ocean in the month of May
To seek a passage around the pole
Where all poor sailors do sometimes go.
Through cruel hardships they vainly strove
Their ships on mountains of ice was drove
Only the Eskimo with his skin canoe
Was the only one that ever came through
In Baffin's Bay where the whale fish blow
The fate of Franklin no man may know
The fate of Franklin no tongue can tell
And Lord Franklin among his seamen do dwell
And now my burden it gives me pain
For my Lord Franklin I'd sail the main
Ten thousand pounds I would freely give
To know Lord Franklin, and where he is.
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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
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
Among the fields of barley
We'll forget the sun in his jealous sky
As we lie in the fields of gold
See the west wind move like a lover so
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'll walk in the fields of gold
We'll walk in the 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
Among the 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 the fields of gold
When we walked in the fields of gold
When we walked in the fields of gold
Gordon Matthew Thomas Sumner
Sting
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Mich ruft zuweilen eine Stille,
die alles Tönen überschweigt
bis ein geheimnisvoller Wille
sich über meine Seele neigt.
Der sprengt im Zittern von Sekunden
dies enge Haus - die Welt ist Traum,
in ferne Täler sanken Stunden
und flüsternah ward jeder Baum.
Gertrud von Le Fort
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Titel nach einer wunderbaren Erzählung von Klara Obermüller
aus ihrem neuen Buch Schwarz auf weiss ...
in der sie über das Glück ihrer allerersten Ferien in den Bündner Bergen erzählt
... und das sie bei einem Besuch am Ort des Kindheitszaubers nicht
mehr gefunden hat ...
....wohl aber in ihrem Herzen ....
Oft ist es mir auch schon so ergangen
... das Lied von Josef Reinhard sang uns unsere Mutter oft vor ...
( sie hatte im Appenzellerland wohl oft etwas Heimweh nach ihrer
fernen Juraheimat )
... so verbindet sich das Bild meiner geliebten Juralandschaft
mit dem Text und der Musik zu einer berührenden Erinnerung an ferne
glückliche Kindertage ....
Herbstmelancholie & Herbstglück zugleich ...
s het deheim e vogel gsunge
S het deheim e Vogel gsunge, i der Hostet vor em Huus,
ha ne welle foh mit Hände, bin em noh dur d Hostet uus.
Bi dernoh i d Frömdi gange, wo nen andre Vogel singt;
han i glost, ob us der Heimet mir kei Wind es Liedli bringt.
Bin i wider heizue gange, s' isch der Vogel wo mi zieht;
möcht ne nümme foo mit Hände, ghörti numme gärn sis Lied
Melodie: Carl Hess, Text: Josef Reinhard
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