Em Ogden: You'll remember me when the west wind moves
Em Ogden: Among the fields of barley
Em Ogden: You can tell the sun in his jealous sky
Em Ogden: When we walked in fields of gold
Em Ogden: So she took her love for to gaze awhile
Em Ogden: In his arms she fell as her hair came down
Em Ogden: Among the fields of gold