There's music in my heart all day, <br />I hear it late and early, <br />It comes from fields are far away, <br />The wind that shakes the barley. <br /> <br />Above the uplands drenched with dew <br />The sky hangs soft and pearly, <br />An emerald world is listening to <br />The wind that shakes the barley. <br /> <br />Above the bluest mountain crest <br />The lark is singing rarely, <br />It rocks the singer into rest, <br />The wind that shakes the barley. <br /> <br />Oh, still through summers and through springs <br />It calls me late and early. <br />Come home, come home, come home, it sings, <br />The wind that shakes the barley.<br /><br />Katharine Tynan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-wind-that-shakes-the-barley/
