Dolores Keane The Wind That Shakes The Barley 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 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