Fields of Gold - Sting

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

The cyclone cleanup continues, horrendous pictures continue to be seen, the stories both happy and sad continue to choke me up.  There is still 1000 people unaccounted for or uncontactable. Health and mental health issues are arising, with dirty water, sewage and mega amounts of filthy silt.

Rainie