[ti:The Wind That Shakes the Barley] [ar:Loreena McKennitt] [al:Troubadours On the Rhine] [offset:0] [00:02.06]The Wind That Shakes The Barley - Loreena McKennitt (罗琳娜·麦肯尼特) [00:34.71]I sat within a valley green, Sat there with my true love [00:43.81]My heart strove to choose between, Me old love and the new love [00:53.10]The old for her, the new that made, Me think on Ireland dearly [01:02.02]While soft the wind blew down the glade, And shook the golden barley [01:10.98] [01:18.31]Twas hard the mournful words to frame, To break the ties that bound us [01:26.60]But harder still to bear the shame, Of foreign chains around us [01:34.10]And so I said,"The mountain glen, I'll seek at morning early [01:41.21]And join the brave united men", While soft wind shook the barley [01:56.82]Twas sad I kissed away her tears, Her arms around me clinging [02:04.68]When to my ears that fateful shot, Came out the wildwood ringing [02:11.80]The bullet pierced my true love's breast, In life's young spring so early [02:18.66]And there upon my breast she died, While soft wind shook the barley [02:30.38] [02:46.32]I bore her to some mountain stream, And many's the summer blossom [02:55.37]I placed with branches soft and green, About her gore-stained bosom [03:04.35]I wept and kissed her clay-cold corpse, Then rushed o'er vale and valley [03:11.77]My vengeance on the foe to wreak, While soft wind shook the barley [03:21.96] [03:27.17]Twas blood for blood without remorse, I took at Oulart Hollow [03:34.91]I placed my true love's clay-cold corpse, Where mine full soon may follow [03:42.91]Around her grave I wondered drear, Noon, night and morning early [03:51.63]With aching heart when e'er I hear, The wind that shakes the barley