Barleycorn

(альбом: The Score - 2022)

In my heart is a valley
The meek should be exalted
I will walk through this valley
My steps seem to falter

Hallelujah, hallelujah

Men from the west came
Money on their mind
For the blood of Sir John
They would murder his kind
Men from the west came
Money on their mind
For the blood of Sir John
They would murder his kind

Hallelujah, hallelujah

Listen, you've got to fell him
John Barleycorn is ours now
There's a tale in the telling
John Barleycorn must die now
Listen, you've got to fell him
John Barleycorn is ours now
There's a tale in the telling
John Barleycorn must die now

Hallelujah, hallelujah

Hallelujah, hallelujah

The season to destroy you
Comes year after year
It's the same darn machine
Taking ear after ear
The season to destroy you
Comes year after year
It's the same darn machine
Taking ear after ear

Hallelujah, hallelujah

In my heart is a valley
The meek should be exalted
I will walk through this valley
My steps seem to falter