The High Kings - Fields Of Glory Lyrics
I was born in a country where people admireTheir great sporting heroes and how they aspireTo stand apon mountains and always be winnersAnd never give less then their all.I once met an old man who told me great storiesOf legends of those who played hard for the gloryAnd of lifting that cup in the moment of triumphHis memory's kept me enthralled(Chorus)On the fields, the fields of gloryOn the fields, where boys become menOn the fields, the fields of gloryAnd may the best team win, win in the end.Supporting our teem with a true sense of placeAre the handfuls of people, the pride on their facesThey come from the townlands, the parish, the village,Their bannaers they proudly unfurl.An anthem of hope is the song their singing,There's a wistle it sounds and the game it beginsAnd the roar of the croud echos up to the heavensIt sends out a clarion call.On the fields, the fields of gloryOn the fields, where boys become menOn the fields, the fields of gloryAnd may the best team win, win in the end.I'm dreamin' of Ireland in fine summer weatherA crowd of young lads play'n football togetherAll hoping that someday the call they will answerTo play for the place they were born.On the fields, the fields of gloryOn the fields, where boys become menOn the fields, the fields of gloryAnd may the best team win, win in the end.I'm dreamin' of Ireland in fine summer weatherA crowd of young lads play'n football togetherAnd the roar of the croud echos up to the heavensIt sends out a clarion call
