You'll remember me when the west wind moves. Among the…

You'll remember me when the west wind moves. Among the fields of barley.

— Eva Cassidy

“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…

— Sting

Will you stay with me will you be my love. Among the fields of barley and you can tell the sun in his jealous…

— Eva Cassidy

Many years have passed since those summer days. Among the fields of barley.

— Eva Cassidy

So she took her love for to gaze awhile. Among the fields of barley.

— Eva Cassidy

See the children run as the sun goes down. As you lie in fields of gold.

— Eva Cassidy

You can tell the sun in his jealous sky. When we walked in fields of gold.

— Eva Cassidy

In his arms she fell as her hair came down. Among the fields of gold.

— Eva Cassidy

But I swear in the days still left. We will walk in fields of gold. We'll walk in fields of gold.

— Eva Cassidy

Remember, the West's rock or pop was created for their languages, not ours.

— Vidyasagar

Only remember west of the Mississippi it's a little more look, see, act. A little less rationalize, comment, talk.

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

“The palm stands on the edge of space. The wind moves slowly in the branches. The bird's fire-fangled feathers dangle down.”

— Wallace Stevens

You like it under the trees in autumn, because everything is half dead. The wind moves like a cripple among the leaves and repeats…

— Wallace Stevens

The Civil Service is a bit like a rusty weathercock. It moves with opinion then it stays where it is until another wind moves…

— Tony Benn

“I am bell and He is sure wind, and He moves and I am rung...”

— Ann Voskamp