Christy Moore
Green island
The island lies like a leaf upon the seaGreen island like a leaf new fallen fromthe treeGreen turns to gold as morning breezesgently shake the barleyBending the yellow cornGreen turns to gold, there´s purpleshadows on the distant mountainsAnd the sun in the yellow cornThey came in their longships from landsbeyond the seaThey came in their longships, they saw the land was greenWind in the barley, trout and salmonleaping in the riversSun in the yellow cornLeaping ashore they slaughtered thosewho laboured in the barleyScything them down like cornThe longships sailed away and newinvaders cameWith long bow and lance bringing deathin England´s nameWith sword and with mace they wentreaping through the fields of barleySongtexteThey plundered the yellow cornCrop followed crop and prospered in thekilling fields of barleyIn the harvest of new young cornMarching down the years the men of warthey cameWith bombs, assassin´s bullets,c.s gasand gunsGhosts from the past are chasing shadowsthrough the fields of barleyHiding in the yellow corn900 years they´ve tried to trap the windthat shakes the barleyAnd the sun in theyellow cornThe island lies like a leaf upon the seaGreen island like a leaf new fallen fromthe treeGreen turns to gold as morning breezesgently shake the barleyBending the yellow cornNo force on earth can ever trap the windthat shakes the barleyOr the sun in the yellow corn
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