Johnny Barleycorn - Frank Black

Have you been to the fields?

Something there made me afraid

Like dying younger

If the ground never yields

We will feel the hunger

Take him out with the seeds

Roll him on the barren ground

Mix blood and water

Do not doubt our every need

She will feed

Look what we got her

Clear the way for Johnny Barleycorn

This is the day that surely he will be reborn

Bring down the blade on Johnny

He shall be the one that will be torn

Ringing out the new year

Sing out the names of the dead

Like Johnny Barleycorn

Give him a cheer («Hey!)»

Can you hear the newborn?

Clear the way for Johnny Barleycorn

This is the day that surely he will be reborn

Bring down the blame on Johnny

Clear the way for Johnny Barleycorn

This is the day that surely he will be reborn

Bring down the blame on Johnny

He shall be the one that will be torn

He shall be the one that will be torn