The Wind That Shakes The Barley
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Кельтская музыка
Над треком работали
Spiritual Seasons
Irish Folk Song
История создания
Прекрасное исполнение группой Dead Can Dance.
All For Me Grog
THE WIND THAT SHAKES THE BARLEY I sat within a valley green Sat there with my true love And my fond heart strove to choose 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 mournful words to frame To break the ties that bound us Ah, 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 brave united men" While soft wind shook the barley 'Twas sad I kissed away her tears Her arms around me clinging When the foeman's shot burst on our ears Come out the wildwood ringing The bullet pierced my true love's breast In life's young spring so early And there upon my breast she died While soft wind shook the barley I bore her to some mountain stream And many's the summer blossom I placed with branches soft and green About her gore-stained bosom I wept and kissed her clay-cold corpse Then rushed o'er vale and valley My vengeance on the foe to wreak While soft wind shook the barley 'Twas blood for blood without remorse I've taken at Oulart Hollow I placed my true love's clay-cold corpse Where mine full soon may follow Around her grave I wondered drear Noon, night and morning early With aching heart when e'er I hear The wind that shakes the barley