The Wind That Shakes The Barley Songtext
von Lumiere

I sat within a 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 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 seek an morning early
And join the brave United Men!"
While soft winds shook′ the barley
While sad I kissed away her tears, My fond arms 'round her clinging,
The foeman's shot burst on our ears,
From out the wildwood ringing, -
The 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 placed my true love's clay-cold corpse
Where mine full soon will follow;
And round her grave I wander drear,
Noon, night and morning early,
With aching heart whene′er I hear
The wind that shakes the barley