Quote by Sting

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…

— Eva Cassidy

“Then starting home, he walked toward the trees, and under them, leaving behind him the big sky, the whisper of wind voices in the…

— Truman Capote

“Under a bruised sky, fingers of wind stroke the wheat from bleached gold to tan and back.”

— Barbara Stuber

“You see the wheat fields over there? I don't eat bread. For me, wheat is of no use whatever. Wheat fields say nothing to…

— Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

“A white breeze was rising toward the hills and the sun spilled its last gold upon your hair, oh sad part of me, do…

— Roberto Sosa

“you see the grain-fields down yonder? I do not eat bread. Wheat is of no use to me. The wheat fields have nothing to…

— Saint-Exupery Antoine

“I remember you as the wind that breathes upon the forest The murmur of leaves rustling The rays of the sun. I remember you…

— P. C. Cast

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

— Eva Cassidy

“The summer ends and we wonder who we are And there you go, my friends, with your boxes in your car And today I…

— Dar Williams

“Out in the open field of flowers, I could feel the sun and see how every golden blossom faced the light... I knew that…

— Kimberly Sabatini

“I will be the gladdest thing Under the sun! I will touch a hundred flowers And not pick one. I will look at cliffs…

— Edna St. Vincent Millay

“Come, little leaves," said the Wind one day, "Come to the meadows with me and play. Put on your dresses of red and gold;…

— George Cooper