The island lies like a leaf upon the sea Green island like a leaf new-fallen from the tree Green turns to gold As morning breeze gently shakes the barley Bending the yellow corn Green turns to gold There's purple shadows on the distant mountains Sun in the yellow corn
They came in their long ships from lands across the sea They came in their long ships – they saw the land was green Wind in the barley Trout and salmon leaping in the rivers Sun in the yellow corn Leaping ashore They slaughtered those laboured in the barley Scything them down like corn
The long ships sailed away and new invaders came With long bow and lance bringing death in England's name With sword and with mace They went reaping though the fields of barley They plundered the yellow corn Crop followed crop They prospered in their killing fields of barley The harvest of new young corn
Marching down the years the men of war they came With bombs, assassins, bullets, CS gas and guns Ghosts from the past Are chasing shadows through the fields of barley Hiding in the new young corn Nine hundred years They tried to trap the wind that shakes the barley Sun in the yellow corn
The island lies like a leaf upon the sea Green island like a leaf new-fallen from the tree Green turns to gold As morning breeze gently shakes the barley Bending the yellow corn No force on Earth Can ever trap the wind that shakes the barley Sun in the yellow cornTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
