Lyrically Speaking for June 15

Hello again everyone! I'm feeling better from my cold and ready to get back into the saddle with this site and my writing. A big thanks goes out to everyone who commented in previous posts and I hope you all come back to see more ramblings from my mind and posts to inspire you to write.

On a side-note, can you belive 2008 is half over?? Where the hell did it go?

Speaking of inspiration, this weeks post focuses on a song that I believe exudes passion and love. While he made his mark in the music world as the front-man of the Police, Sting eventually embarked on a solo career that seemed to have some hit songs that got some fantastic radio-play. Now the Police are back and if you're big on the 80's (as I am) then you'll enjoy that news.

As for Sting, his most famous song is the focus for this post. Fields of Gold is a clear and direct tribute to love and passion. The lyrics are pure poetry and I think the melodies that go along with the words compliment this song. In 2007 Sting came out with an acoustic album where it was just him and a guitar. This song shined. I'm honestly surprised it took me this long to get this song into this series of posts.

From Sting, here is Fields of Gold:

Youll remember me when the west wind moves Upon the fields of barley Youll forget the sun in his jealous sky As we walk in the fields of gold

So she took her love For to gaze awhile Upon the fields of barley In his arms she fell as her hair came down Among the fields of gold

Will you stay with me, will you be my love Among the fields of barley Well forget the sun in his jealous sky As we lie in the fields of gold

See the west wind move like a lover so Upon the fields of barley 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 Ive broken But I swear in the days still left Well walk in the fields of gold Well walk in the fields of gold

Many years have passed since those summer days Among the fields of barley See the children run as the sun goes down Among the fields of gold Youll remember me when the west wind moves Upon the fields of barley You can tell the sun in his jealous sky When we walked in the fields of gold When we walked in the fields of gold When we walked in the fields of gold