With the final scenes so raw and fresh in one's mind, suddenly a song you've heard for years can hit you without warning. Sting's "Fields of Gold" hit me that way yesterday. It's not too good to be weeping while barreling down the highway
. If I could make videos, I would:
You'll remember me when the west wind moves
Upon the fields of barley
You can tell the sun in his jealous sky
That we walked in fields of gold
Will you stay with me, will you be my love
Among the fields of barley
In his arms she fell as her hair came down
Among the fields of gold
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