we met in high school.
Bob died at 11:15 this morning.
he went in peace.
he was a good guy.
he promised to haunt us.
i should be so lucky.
it is Eva Cassidy who haunts me now.
Many years have passed since those summer days
Among the fields of barley
See the children run as the sun goes down
As you lie in fields of gold
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 walked in fields of gold
When we walked in fields of gold
When we walked in fields of gold
everyone love everyone.
