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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 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
We'll 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 I've broken
But I swear in the days still left
We'll walk in the fields of gold
We'll 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

You'll 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

-"Fields of Gold"-Sting-
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I tried something new here with the pen outlines. The sketch was originally done in pencil, then gone over with ballpoint pen. The Wanderer's mane, tail, and legs are shaded with pen. I like how it turned out, and want to try something like this with watercolor.
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Image and The Wanderer copyright Ashley Mutek.
Prisma colored pencils on Bristol board.
April 26, 2009.

Description
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 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
We'll 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 I've broken
But I swear in the days still left
We'll walk in the fields of gold
We'll 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

You'll 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

-"Fields of Gold"-Sting-
_______________________________________________

I tried something new here with the pen outlines. The sketch was originally done in pencil, then gone over with ballpoint pen. The Wanderer's mane, tail, and legs are shaded with pen. I like how it turned out, and want to try something like this with watercolor.
_______________________________________________

Image and The Wanderer copyright Ashley Mutek.
Prisma colored pencils on Bristol board.
April 26, 2009.