The Wind That Shakes the Barley - Loreena McKennitt
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The Wind That Shakes the Barley Lyrics
I sat within a valley green, Sat there with my true love
My heart strove to choose between, Me old love and the new love
The old for her, the new that made, Me think on Ireland dearly
While soft the wind blew down the glade, And shook the golden barleyTwas hard the mournful words to frame, To break the ties that bound us
But harder still to bear the shame, Of foreign chains around us
And so I said, "The mountain glen, I'll seek at morning early
And join the brave united men, While soft wind shook the barleyTwas sad I kissed away her tears, Her arms around me clinging
When to my ears that fateful shot, Came out the wildwood ringing
The bullet pierced my true love's breast, In life's young spring so early
And there upon my breast she died, While soft wind shook the barleyI bore her to some mountain stream, And many's the summer blossom
I placed with branches soft and green, About her gore-stained bosom
I wept and kissed her clay-cold corpse, Then rushed o'er vale and valley
My vengeance on the foe to wreak, While soft wind shook the barley