@FRUITS OF VICTORY

--melody:  The Wind that Shakes the Barley, Valley of Knockaknure
--lyrics:  copyright  (C)  1985 by Ernest Clark


   Dm       Gm        Dm     Am
My mood was bold on a day so cold,
          Dm        Am     Dm
   When I walked to yonder hillside
   Dm        Gm           Dm         Am
By stones so old that the names they told
      Dm         Am           Dm
   By decades of winters were scarred.
       F                    Dm
Though shine they bright in memory,
       F                 Dm     Am
   Who dared to fight to set us free,
    Dm       Gm       Dm          Am
Yet lost and died;  I passed them by
         Dm          Am       Dm
   While wind sighed over the graveyard.


And the wind blew chill as we plotted our fill
   Of times and places and murders.
For though heroes die, the causes they cry
   Find sleep exceedingly hard.
We cannot forget, nor can we forgive
   The lords who suffered them not to live,
And so we planned to free our land,
   While wind sighed over the graveyard.


On an autumn day we had our way,
   And swept the foe all before us.
And before the frost made all who lost
   Into prisoners under our guard.
With gleeful smile we put on trial
   The ones of lost authority;
The axes fell, and their heads as well,
   And wind sighed over the graveyard.


But when rights denied are with wrongs replied,
   Old debts are settled with new.
And they who lost consider no cost
   Too high, too steep, too hard.
And wrong-ed men shall plot again,
   Again, again, forever,
While they who fell fight on in Hell
   And wind sighs over their graveyard.