Barleycorn - Johnny Flynn

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