Текст песни Dolores Keane - The Wind That Shakes The Barley

I sat within a valley green
I sat me with my true love
My heart did strove me to 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 awful 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"
While soft the wind blew down the glen
And shook the golden valley

Twas sad I kissed away her tears
My fond arms 'round her flinging
The Yeoman'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 taken at Oulart Hollow
And laid my true love's clay-cold corpse
Where I full soon must 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
The wind that shakes the barley.