Wind That Shakes the Corn |
I sat within the valley green I sat with my true love My sad heart had to choose between Old Ireland and my love I looked at her and then I thought How Ireland was torn While soft the wind blew down the glen And shook the golden corn.
2. T'was hard the woeful words to bring | 3. While sad I kissed away her tears My fond arms round her clung A British shot burst in our ears From out of the wild woods round One bullet pierced my true love's side A rose pierced by a thorn And in my arms in blood she died While soft winds shook the corn.
4. So blood for blood without remorse |