Fields of Glory Lyrics by The High Kings
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I was born in a country where people admire Their great sporting heroes and how they aspire To stand upon mountains and always be winners And never give less than their all I once met an old man who told me great stories Of legends of old who played hard for the glory Of lifting the cup in that moment of triumph His memory's kept me enthralled Chorus: On the fields, the fields of glory On the fields where boys become men On the fields, the fields of glory May the best team win, win in the end Supporting their team with a true sense of place Are the handfuls of people with pride on their faces They come from the townlands, the parish, the village Their banners they proudly unfurl An anthem of hope is the song they are singing There's a whistle, it sounds and the game, it begins And the roar of the crowd echoes up to the heavens It sends out a clarion call (Chorus) I'm dreaming of Ireland in fine summer weather A crowd of young lads playing football together All hoping that someday the call they will answer To play for the place they were born (Chorus) I'm dreaming of Ireland in fine summer weather A crowd of young lads playing football together The roar of the crowd echoes up to the heavens It sends out a clarion call ---------------------- Thanks to (T. Creagan) for correcting these lyrics. Mar 19, 2008 Thanks to (S. O Brien) for correcting these lyrics. May 2, 2008
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