Look away my dear, from this stone cold grave,

and gaze on through tomorrow.

Walk away my love, from this willow's shade,

upon this field of sorrow.

Remember my dear, when we used to love,

upon those fields of gold.

And the summer sun, how it shone above;

we dreamt of growing old.

Now this endless sleep, and I see you weep,

for I'm not there to follow.

Just remember when, now just look away,

and gaze on through tomorrow.

Please forget this stone. Please don't live alone.

You're too young to feel sorrow.

Just remember me, but you carry on,

and gaze on through tomorrow.

Maybe then someday, you will turn my way,

when you're tired of growing old.

You won't look away. Turn to me and say,

I remember fields of gold.