Sunday, 29 June 2014

Golden wheat fields,

Many times over the years my students would ask me to translate their favourite songs with them. At the top of the list for the girls was Sting singing 'Fields of Golds'. It never disappointed them It is romantic and conjures up images of intimate walks in the beautiful golden summer countryside. 

You'll remember me when the west wind moves
Upon the fields of barley
You'll forget the sun in his jealous sky
As we wk in fields of gold

From another age here is another verse from Jean Ingelow (1820 - 1897) which shows us the timeless pleasure to be had from the summer countryside.

 The cushat's cry for me.
the lovely laughter of the wind-swayed wheat,
The easy slope of yonder pastoral hill.
The sedgy brook whereby the Red Kine meet
And wade, and drink their fill.

Jean Ingelow

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