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Friday, January 27, 2012

Dead Can Dance - the wind that shakes the barley


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The Wind That Shakes The Barley
I sat within the valley green, I sat me with my true love 
My sad heart strove the two between, the 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 glen and shook the golden barley 

'Twas hard the woeful 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 bold united men, while soft winds shake the barley" 

While sad I kissed away her tears, my fond arms round her flinging 
The foeman's shot burst on our ears from out the wildwood ringing 
A bullet pierced my true love's side in life's young spring so early 
And on my breast in blood she died while soft winds shook the barley 

But blood for blood without remorse I've taken at Oulart Hollow 
And laid my true love's clay cold corpse where I full soon may follow 
As round her grave I wander drear, noon, night and morning early 
With breaking heart when e'er I hear the wind that shakes the barley