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The island lies like a leaf upon the sea
Green island like a leaf new fallen from a tree
Green turns to gold as morning breezes gently shake the barley
Bending the yellow corn
Green turns to gold
There's purple shadows on the distant mountains
And sun in the yellow corn
They came in their long ships from lands beyond 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
Leaping ashore, they slaughtered those who labored in the barley
Scything them down like corn
The long ships sailed away and new invaders came
With longbow and lance, bringing death in England's name
With sword and with mace they went reaping
Through the golden fields of barley
They plundered the yellow corn
Crop followed crop and prospered in the killing fields of barley
'Neath the harvest of the 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 yellow corn
Nine hundred years they've tried to
Trap the wind that shakes the barley
And the sun in the yellow corn
But no force on earth will ever trap the wind that shakes the barley
Or the sun in the yellow corn