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

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

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