"On either side the river lie
Long fields of barley and of rye,
That clothe the wold and meet the sky;
And thro' the field the road runs by
To many-tower'd Camelot;"
- Alfred Tennyson, The Lady of Shalott
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.
- Sting, Fields of Gold
"Where else in the world do you find love that lasts forever, truth, justice, honour, courage? Why do we yearn for them when there's so little evidence of them around us? Fantasy. That's why it's so popular - we want there to be more than the real."
(does we count?)