Lyrics Barleycorn - Johnny Flynn

Barleycorn

Spake John Barleycorn, «In my heart is a valley
The meek should be exalted
I will walk through this valley
My steps seem to falter
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
Ah ah ah, ah
Ah ah
Ah ah ah, ah
Ah ah
Listen, you’ve got to fell 'im
John Barleycorn is ours now
There’s a tale in the telling
John Barleycorn must die now
You’ve got to fell 'im
John Barleycorn is ours now
There’s a tale in the telling
John Barleycorn must die now
Hallelujah, hallelujah
Ah ah ah, ah
Ah ah
Ah ah ah, ah ah ah
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
Ah ah ah, ah
Ah ah
Ah ah ah, ah
Ah ah