I just now discovered that the lyrics in Sting's
Fields of Gold are about fields of barley and not, as I had always thought, fields of parting, like lovers parted by fate. As in,
You'll remember me when the west wind moves
Upon the fields of barley
I can't decide if my misheard lyrics are more poetic or more clunkily on-the-nose.
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