You'll remember me 
When the west wind moves 
Upon the fields of Barley
Di u sole [bad word] 
Ti ne scurderai 
Caminendu in terre [bad word] 
So she took her love 
For to gaze a while 
Upon the fields of Barley
È d'una carezza 
Si sò strinti à pena 
Mezu à quelle terre [bad word] 
Will you stay with me 
Will you be my love 
Among the fields of Barley
Di u sole [bad word] 
Ci ne scurderemu 
Una notte in terre [bad word] 
See the west wind moves 
Like a lover so 
Upon the fields of Barley
Ci sarà l'amore 
Nantu à e so labbre 
Mezu à quelle terre [bad word] 
I never made promises lightly 
And there have been some that I have 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
È issi zitellucci 
Mentre u sole ciotta 
Mezu à quelle terre [bad word] 
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 fields of gold
D'una volta in terre [bad word] 
When we walked in the fields of gold .