I used to think about this autumn love song with springtime feeling of hope for my life with my husband. But, after entering a new and sacred journey with my recently widowed mother-in-law, I hear these words with a different ache.
The images of golden fields before harvest remind me of the beauty I see in older couples’ ripened years and full seasons of memories.
“But I swear in the days still left, we’ll lie in fields of gold…”
“Fields of Gold” sung by Eva Cassidy
Lyrics, by Sting