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letra de windmills - daoirí farrell

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[verse 1]
in days gone by when the world was much younger
we’d harness the wind to work for mankind
seamen built tall ships that sailed on the ocean
while landsmen built mills, the corn for to grind

[chorus]
and around and around and around went the big sails
turning the shafts and the great wooden wheel
creaking and groaning, the millstone keeps turning
grinding to flour the good corn from the fields

[verse 3]
in flanders and in spain and the lowlands of holland
in the kingdoms of england and scotland and wales
windmills grow up all along these great coastlines
ships of the land with their high canvas sails

[chorus]
and around and around and around went the big sails
turning the shafts and the great wooden wheel
creaking and groaning, the millstone keeps turning
grinding to flour the good corn from the fields

[verse 4]
in lancashire lands, we worked hard on the good earth
sowing and plowing, the seasons declared
waiting to reap all the rich golden harvest
while the miller lay idle, his mill to repair
[chorus]
and around and around and around went the big sail
turning the shaft and the great wooden wheel
creaking and groaning, the millstone keeps turning
grinding to flour the good corn from the field

[violin instrumental]

[verse 5]
windmills of old wood, all darkened by weather
and windmills of stone, gleaming white in the sun
and windmills like giants, all ready for tilting
and windmills that died in the gale of a storm

[chorus]
and around and around and around went the big sails
turning the shafts and the great wooden wheel
creaking and groaning, the millstone keeps turning
grinding to flour the good corn from the fields

grinding to flour the good corn from the fields

- daoiri farrell

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