Wind That Shakes The Barley piano leadsheet with chords

I sat within the valley green;

I sat me with my true love.

My sad heart strove the two between,

the old love and the new love.

The old for her, the new that made me think on Ireland dearly,

while soft the wind blew down the glen and shook the golden barley.

'Twas hard the woeful words to frame to break the ties that bound us.

But harder still to bear the shame of foreign chains around us.

And so I said, "The mountain glen I'll seek at morning early,

and join the bold united men,

while soft winds shake the barley.

While barley.