Текст песни The Wind That Shakes the Barley - Dolores Keane

The sad we in a valley green i sat with me with my true love my hearth did throw me too between the old love and the new love but harder still to bare the shame
The old broke up the new that made me think of ireland dearly while soft the the wind
Blew down the glen and shook the golden barley.
It was hard the awful words to blame to break the ties that bind us