"The Wind That Shakes the Barley"
The winning song for O'Brien. It both suits his voice and effectively expresses the emotional climate between him and Garak at the time he sings it.
Lyrics below, including a verse that O'Brien will sing from the original that isn't included in the Dead Can Dance version. It both suits O'Brien's voice and effectively expresses the emotional climate between him and Garak at that moment.
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I sat within a valley green, I sat me with my true love,
My sad heart strove to choose 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 glade 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 sad I kissed away her tears, my fond arms 'round her flinging,
The foeman's shot burst on our ears from out the wildwood ringing.
A bullet pierced my true love's side, in life's young spring so early,
And on my breast in blood she died while soft winds shook the barley.
I bore her to some mountain stream and many's the summer blossom
I placed with branches soft and green about her gore-stained bosom.
I wept and kissed her clay-cold corpse, then rushed o'er vale and valley
My vengeance on the foe to wreak while soft winds shook the barley.
But blood for blood without remorse I've ta'en at Oulart Hollow,
And laid my true love's clay-cold corpse where I full soon must follow.
As 'round her grave I wander drear noon, night and morning early,
With breaking heart when e'er I hear the wind that shakes the barley.
Click to viewLyrics below, including a verse that O'Brien will sing from the original that isn't included in the Dead Can Dance version. It both suits O'Brien's voice and effectively expresses the emotional climate between him and Garak at that moment.
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I sat within a valley green, I sat me with my true love,
My sad heart strove to choose 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 glade 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 sad I kissed away her tears, my fond arms 'round her flinging,
The foeman's shot burst on our ears from out the wildwood ringing.
A bullet pierced my true love's side, in life's young spring so early,
And on my breast in blood she died while soft winds shook the barley.
I bore her to some mountain stream and many's the summer blossom
I placed with branches soft and green about her gore-stained bosom.
I wept and kissed her clay-cold corpse, then rushed o'er vale and valley
My vengeance on the foe to wreak while soft winds shook the barley.
But blood for blood without remorse I've ta'en at Oulart Hollow,
And laid my true love's clay-cold corpse where I full soon must follow.
As 'round her grave I wander drear noon, night and morning early,
With breaking heart when e'er I hear the wind that shakes the barley.