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The Wind That Shakes the Barley
by Dead Can Dance

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 the soft wind blew down the glade
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 meet at morning early.
And I'll join the bold united men
While soft winds shook the barley.
'Twas sad I kissed away her tears
My fond arm round her flinging.
When a foe, man's shot burst on our ears
From out the wild woods 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 ta'en at oulart hollow.
I've lain my true love's clay like corpse
Where I full soon must follow.
Around her grave I've wandered drear
Noon, night, and morning early.
With breaking heart when e'er I hear
The wind that shakes the barley.

Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: DP, BRENDAN MICHAEL PERRY, LISA GERMAINE GERRARD

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LYRICS:

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 the soft wind blew down the glade
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 meet at morning early.
And I'll join the bold united men
While soft winds shook the barley.
'Twas sad I kissed away her tears
My fond arm round her flinging.
When a foe, man's shot burst on our ears
From out the wild woods 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 ta'en at oulart hollow.
I've lain my true love's clay like corpse
Where I full soon must follow.
Around her grave I've wandered drear
Noon, night, and morning early.
With breaking heart when e'er I hear
The wind that shakes the barley.

SamataraM 3.6

Thanks for posting the lyrics.... Appreciate 🙏🔥🙏

Mostafa Naanaa

So beautiful

scared avocado

i love this song, used to put headphones on my belly to let me daughter hear it

Mitchell Mahon

Here's hoping for a united Ireland.

Tom Zadvydas

Yes. For Erin.....

John Dory

Fuck the English. up the RA MAN!

Xristos Rizos

@DoThisJohn DoThatJohn not all, no. Just people like you

poewhite

Here's hoping for an IRISH Ireland. Which is in existential danger as never before due to Marrakesh Process replacement level mass immigration and treasonous elites. This is worse than anything the English ever did to Ireland before. Worse than the crushing of Ulster and Hugh O'Neill in late Elizabethan times and the ensuing dispossession under the Plantation of Ulster, worse than Cromwell and the Act of Settlement, worse than the artificial famine of the 1840s, worse than anything. THE END, actually - if it is not stopped and soon.

Punished Kewpie

And independent Scotland and Wales were at it.

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