Bài hát Fields Of Gold - PeterHollens, Tyler Ward. 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 fields of gold. So
Bet you wish it really didn't matter. All along you never really had her. She's your everything. Keeps you wondering Doesn't matter where we are. Doesn't matter where we've been. I can't believe