A song about the circular nature of war, death and fate.

Soldiers pay the price for our actions in the world and the decisions we make politically. This song is a self examination of the violent nature of society, war, death and fate.

Humble Mark came to rehearsal one day and played "something I just threw together" for us. Needless to say, once we picked our jaws up off the floor, Tim started jamming what became the opening fiddle lick for the tune, Mark modified an old irish jig to

Arise awake the morning dew
A-lights upon a dreadful hue
The horse and rider galloped through
The wind that shakes the barley

A wooded glen a peaceful spot
Opened up a fire so hot
That hell itself could there be got
The wind that shakes the barley

Chorus:

But we'll be back another day
Another soldier has to pay
Debts that we are owed today
the wind that shakes the barley
We won't forget we don't regret
The pain that we were forced to let
Possessing after having met
The wind that shakes the barley.


A lonely pub a place so warm
Could never be the cause of harm
Until the three o'clock alarm
The wind that shakes the barley

A window breaks and bullets fly
The maid behind the bar she spies
A soldier that before her lies
Like wind that shakes the barley

Chorus

And where we are and where we were
And where we'll be in another year
The pipes an fiddle for to hear
The wind that shakes the barley

The loud refrain is now subdued
But there is yet another view
In time our actions will blow through
Like wind that shakes the barley

Chorus