| Song | The Wind That Shakes The Barley |
| Artist | Dead Can Dance |
| Album | Into the Labyrinth |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.00] | 作词 : Joyce, Traditional |
| [00:00.57] | I sat within the valley green |
| [00:05.88] | I sat me with my true love. |
| [00:11.52] | |
| [00:12.40] | My sad heart strove the two between |
| [00:17.03] | |
| [00:17.59] | The old love and the new love. |
| [00:22.16] | |
| [00:22.98] | The old for her the new |
| [00:25.35] | That made me think on Ireland dearly. |
| [00:32.09] | |
| [00:33.03] | While the soft wind blew down the glade |
| [00:37.35] | |
| [00:38.04] | And shook the golden barley. |
| [00:43.12] | |
| [00:44.12] | T'was hard the woeful words to frame |
| [00:47.85] | |
| [00:48.47] | To break the ties that bound us. |
| [00:52.65] | |
| [00:53.28] | But harder still to bear the shame |
| [00:57.08] | |
| [00:57.77] | Of foreign chains around us. |
| [01:02.36] | And so I said the mountain glen |
| [01:06.60] | I'll meet at morning early. |
| [01:13.16] | And I'll join the bold united men |
| [01:17.46] | |
| [01:18.15] | While soft winds shook the barley. |
| [01:22.52] | |
| [01:23.20] | T'was sad I kissed away her tears |
| [01:26.99] | |
| [01:27.74] | My fond arm round her flinging. |
| [01:32.01] | |
| [01:32.57] | When a foe, man's shot burst on our ears |
| [01:36.94] | From out the wild woods ringing. |
| [01:41.23] | A bullet pierced my true love's side |
| [01:45.86] | In life's young spring so early. |
| [01:52.37] | |
| [01:52.93] | And on my breast in blood she died |
| [01:57.42] | |
| [01:58.11] | While soft winds shook the barley. |
| [02:02.60] | |
| [02:03.29] | But blood for blood without remorse |
| [02:07.88] | I've ta'en at oulart hollow. |
| [02:12.23] | I've lain my true love's clay like corpse |
| [02:17.25] | |
| [02:18.03] | Where I full soon must follow. |
| [02:22.02] | |
| [02:22.65] | Around her grave I've wandered drear |
| [02:27.45] | Noon, night, and morning early. |
| [02:34.28] | With breaking heart when e'er I hear |
| [02:40.51] | The wind that shakes the barley. |
| [00:00.00] | zuo ci : Joyce, Traditional |
| [00:00.57] | I sat within the valley green |
| [00:05.88] | I sat me with my true love. |
| [00:11.52] | |
| [00:12.40] | My sad heart strove the two between |
| [00:17.03] | |
| [00:17.59] | The old love and the new love. |
| [00:22.16] | |
| [00:22.98] | The old for her the new |
| [00:25.35] | That made me think on Ireland dearly. |
| [00:32.09] | |
| [00:33.03] | While the soft wind blew down the glade |
| [00:37.35] | |
| [00:38.04] | And shook the golden barley. |
| [00:43.12] | |
| [00:44.12] | T' was hard the woeful words to frame |
| [00:47.85] | |
| [00:48.47] | To break the ties that bound us. |
| [00:52.65] | |
| [00:53.28] | But harder still to bear the shame |
| [00:57.08] | |
| [00:57.77] | Of foreign chains around us. |
| [01:02.36] | And so I said the mountain glen |
| [01:06.60] | I' ll meet at morning early. |
| [01:13.16] | And I' ll join the bold united men |
| [01:17.46] | |
| [01:18.15] | While soft winds shook the barley. |
| [01:22.52] | |
| [01:23.20] | T' was sad I kissed away her tears |
| [01:26.99] | |
| [01:27.74] | My fond arm round her flinging. |
| [01:32.01] | |
| [01:32.57] | When a foe, man' s shot burst on our ears |
| [01:36.94] | From out the wild woods ringing. |
| [01:41.23] | A bullet pierced my true love' s side |
| [01:45.86] | In life' s young spring so early. |
| [01:52.37] | |
| [01:52.93] | And on my breast in blood she died |
| [01:57.42] | |
| [01:58.11] | While soft winds shook the barley. |
| [02:02.60] | |
| [02:03.29] | But blood for blood without remorse |
| [02:07.88] | I' ve ta' en at oulart hollow. |
| [02:12.23] | I' ve lain my true love' s clay like corpse |
| [02:17.25] | |
| [02:18.03] | Where I full soon must follow. |
| [02:22.02] | |
| [02:22.65] | Around her grave I' ve wandered drear |
| [02:27.45] | Noon, night, and morning early. |
| [02:34.28] | With breaking heart when e' er I hear |
| [02:40.51] | The wind that shakes the barley. |
| [00:00.00] | zuò cí : Joyce, Traditional |
| [00:00.57] | I sat within the valley green |
| [00:05.88] | I sat me with my true love. |
| [00:11.52] | |
| [00:12.40] | My sad heart strove the two between |
| [00:17.03] | |
| [00:17.59] | The old love and the new love. |
| [00:22.16] | |
| [00:22.98] | The old for her the new |
| [00:25.35] | That made me think on Ireland dearly. |
| [00:32.09] | |
| [00:33.03] | While the soft wind blew down the glade |
| [00:37.35] | |
| [00:38.04] | And shook the golden barley. |
| [00:43.12] | |
| [00:44.12] | T' was hard the woeful words to frame |
| [00:47.85] | |
| [00:48.47] | To break the ties that bound us. |
| [00:52.65] | |
| [00:53.28] | But harder still to bear the shame |
| [00:57.08] | |
| [00:57.77] | Of foreign chains around us. |
| [01:02.36] | And so I said the mountain glen |
| [01:06.60] | I' ll meet at morning early. |
| [01:13.16] | And I' ll join the bold united men |
| [01:17.46] | |
| [01:18.15] | While soft winds shook the barley. |
| [01:22.52] | |
| [01:23.20] | T' was sad I kissed away her tears |
| [01:26.99] | |
| [01:27.74] | My fond arm round her flinging. |
| [01:32.01] | |
| [01:32.57] | When a foe, man' s shot burst on our ears |
| [01:36.94] | From out the wild woods ringing. |
| [01:41.23] | A bullet pierced my true love' s side |
| [01:45.86] | In life' s young spring so early. |
| [01:52.37] | |
| [01:52.93] | And on my breast in blood she died |
| [01:57.42] | |
| [01:58.11] | While soft winds shook the barley. |
| [02:02.60] | |
| [02:03.29] | But blood for blood without remorse |
| [02:07.88] | I' ve ta' en at oulart hollow. |
| [02:12.23] | I' ve lain my true love' s clay like corpse |
| [02:17.25] | |
| [02:18.03] | Where I full soon must follow. |
| [02:22.02] | |
| [02:22.65] | Around her grave I' ve wandered drear |
| [02:27.45] | Noon, night, and morning early. |
| [02:34.28] | With breaking heart when e' er I hear |
| [02:40.51] | The wind that shakes the barley. |