Текст песни Loreena McKennitt - The Wind That Shakes The Barley

Текст:

I sat within a valley green I sat me with my true love My said 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 glade And shook the golden barley Twas hard the woeful words to frame T'was worse 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 wind shook the barley Twas sad I kissed away her tears My fond arms around her flinging The foeman shot burst on our ears From out the wildwood ringing The bullet pierced my true love's side In young life's spring so early And on my breast in blood she died While soft wind shook the barley Then blood for blood without remorse I've taking to Oulart Hollow I placed my true love's clay-cold corpse Where I will soon may follow And round her grave I wondered here Now night and morning early With a breaking heart when e'er I hear The wind that shakes the barley

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