Marko Saaresto ( Poets of the Fall) - The Wind That Shakes the Barley (live in Freiburg 2013) | Текст песни

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• Marko Saaresto ( Poets of the Fall)
• The Wind That Shakes the Barley (live in Freiburg 2013)

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 glade
And shook the golden barley.
T'was sad I kissed away her tears
My fond arm round her flinging.
When a foe, man's shot burst on our ears
>From out the wild woods ringing.
A bullet pierced my true love's side
In live's young spring so early.
And on my breast in blood she died
While soft winds shook the barley.