“Will you stay with me? No. Will you be my love among the fields of barley? No. We'll forget the sun in his jealous air as we lie in places of gold. Hear the west wind move like a lover, so upon the fields of darley. Regret her body down when you kiss her mouth among the fields of gold.” “Will you stay with me? Yes. Will you be my love among the fields of barley? Yes. We'll forget the moon in his jealous air as we lie in places of gold. Hear the west wind move like a lover, so upon ...