Sting
Chanteur

Britannique

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Lyrics:

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 awhile
Upon the fields of barley
In his arms she fell as her hair came down
Among the fields of gold
Will you stay with me, will you be my love
Among the fields of barley?
We'll forget the sun in his jealous sky
As we lie in fields of gold
See the west wind move like a lover so
Upon the fields of barley
Feel her body rise when you kiss her mouth
Among the fields of gold

I never made promises lightly
And there have been some that I've broken
But I swear in the days still left
We'll walk in fields of gold
We'll walk in fields of gold

Many years have passed since those summer days
Among the fields of barley
See the children run as the sun goes down
Among the fields of gold
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
When we walked in fields of gold
When we walked in fields of gold


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Music video by Sting performing Fields Of Gold (Live at the Rijksmuseum/Audio).© 2026 A&M Records

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Lyrics:

Just a castaway, an island lost at sea, oh
Another lonely day, with no one here but me, oh
More loneliness than any man could bear
Rescue me before I fall into despair, oh

I'll send an S.O.S. to the world
I'll send an S.O.S. to the world
I hope that someone gets my
I hope that someone gets my
I hope that someone gets my
Message in a bottle, yeah
Message in a bottle, yeah

A year has passed since I wrote my note
But I should have known this right from the start
Only hope can keep me together
Love can mend your life but
Love can break your heart
I'll send an S.O.S. to the world
I'll send an S.O.S. to the world
I hope that someone gets my
I hope that someone gets my
I hope that someone gets my
Message in a bottle, yeah
Message in a bottle, yeah
Message in a bottle, yeah
Message in a bottle, yeah

Walked out this morning, don't believe what I saw
Hundred billion bottles washed up on the shore
Seems I'm not alone at being alone
Hundred billion castaways, looking for a home
I'll send an S.O.S. to the world
I'll send an S.O.S. to the world
I hope that someone gets my
I hope that someone gets my
I hope that someone gets my
Message in a bottle, yeah
Message in a bottle, yeah
Message in a bottle, yeah
Message in a bottle, yeah

Sending out at an S.O.S.
Sending out at an S.O.S.
Sending out at an S.O.S.
Sending out at an S.O.S.
Sending out at an S.O.S.
Sending out at an S.O.S

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Music video by Sting performing Message In A Bottle (Live at the Rijksmuseum/Audio).© 2026 A&M Records Limited

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Lyrics:

In the streets around here there was nobody tougher than me,
I was quick with me fists and fast with me footwork as you can plainly see,
But while fighting was useful for getting your way,
Among the toughs of the town where you could hold sway,
There had to be something that was better than this,
I was fifteen years old and I'd never been kissed.

Well of course she'd ignore me, her friends would all sneer,
At me bloody nose dripping and me cauliflower ear,
For it's hard to convince in a romantic pose,
With a lovely black eye and a broken nose,
Where a girl is attracted to skills more refined,
Than the pugilist's art, and so I inclined,
To take meself serious as a modern romancer,
And I secretly learnt all the moves of a dancer.

Ye swing to the left, ye swing to the right,
Keep your eyes on your partner, more or less like a fight,
Ye just follow the rhythm, and ye keep to the beat,
The important thing's never to look at your feet,
Then a miracle happens, your mind's in a trance,
Though the strategy's subtle, retreat and advance,
It's all about attitude, all in your stance,
Attention to detail, leaving nothing to chance,
Which explains how the pugilist finally learned how to dance.

Well, I'd waltz with a broomstick and if I was caught,
I'd pretend I was sweeping or practicing sport,
But I really had eyes for your mother ye see,
Wanting her to acknowledge this new version of me,
But now everyone's watching, expecting I'll fail,
But there's fire in me belly, there's wind in me sails,
I knew it was risky and I was taking a chance,
I couldn't retreat now, I had to advance.

So I swing to the left, I swing to the right,
Keep me eyes on me partner, like I would in a fight,
I just keep to the rhythm and follow the beat,
The important thing's never to look at yr feet,
But a miracle's happened, and your mind's in a trance,
They're all laughing and cheering and looking askance,
On the night that the pugilist finally learned how to dance.

It's a three-minute round and you're back in yr corner,
You're licking yr wounds just like little Jack Horner,
Don't let your guard down try a jab with your right,
Or you're losing on points by the end of the night,
Then a miracle happens, and everyone's screaming,
You're pinching yourself just in case you're still dreaming,
You've taken the initiative, you've taken your chance,
It's the night when this pugilist finally learned how to dance.

In a bout where the strategist's bridges were burned,
Where it seemed that his fortune had suddenly turned,
'Twas the night that this scrapper was suddenly dapper,
And this poor fellow's heart was still going like the clappers,
The night that the pugilist finally learned how to dance.


#Sting #TheNightthePugilistLearnedHowtoDance #TheNightWatchLiveattheRijksmuseum

Music video by Sting performing The Night The Pugilist Learned How To Dance (Live at the Rijksmuseum/Audio).© 2026 A&M Records

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Lyrics:

There’s a house on the hill that’s come up for sale,
It’s a place I’ve known since I was a lad,
And it needs a lick of paint and a hammer and a nail,
But it’s part of a boyhood dream I’ve always had.

I’d climb up the hill with the evening news
I’d been sent from the town to deliver,
And I’d stand on the porch and gaze at the views
‘Til my eyes were bruised by the sunset’s glow on the river.
I’d imagine a girl who would share my life,
As dreamers’ll tend to do,
And the face I always conjured up was no one else but you.

What say you, Meg?
How’s this story shaping?
I want you, Meg,
By my side.
What’s the use, Meg?
To gaze at a view on your own.
For richer, for poorer,
In sickness and health, I will

See this through, Meg.
No chance of this ending,
Such a view, Meg,
As we gaze from our house on the hill.
To love and to cherish, to have and to hold,
I’m a hard man to beat,
If I may be so bold,
And I promise it all by the sweat of my brow,
Tell me what say you, Meg, now?

What say you, Meg?
What’s this story’s ending?
I want you, Meg,
We can gaze from our house on the hill.
For richer, for poorer,
In sickness and health,
I’d be hard to replace,
If I say so myself.
And I promise it all by the sweat of my brow,
Tell me what say you, Meg, now?


#Sting #WhatSayYouMeg #TheNightWatchLiveattheRijksmuseum

Music video by Sting performing What Say You Meg? (Live at the Rijksmuseum/Audio).© 2026 A&M Records