High Kings, Fields Of Glory (2008)
^{Key: :[D] (w: Don Mescal, Shay Healy)}

VERSE 1:
I was [D] born in a country where people admire
Their [Cadd9] great sporting heroes and how they aspire
To [G] stand upon mountains and always be winners
And [D] never give less than their all

VERSE 2:
I [D] once met an old man who told me great stories
Of [Cadd9] legends of old who played hard for the glory
Of [G] lifting the cup in that moment of triumph
His [D] memory's kept me enthralled

CHORUS:
On the [Cadd9] fields, the [G] fields of [D] glory
On the [Cadd9] fields where [G] boys become [D] men
On the [Cadd9] fields, the [G] fields of [D] glory
May the [Cadd9] best [G] team [A] win, win in the [D] end

VERSE 3:
Sup-[D]-porting their team with a true sense of place
Are the [Cadd9] handfuls of people with pride on their faces
They [G] come from the townlands, the parish, the village
Their [D] banners they proudly unfurl

VERSE 4:
An [D] anthem of hope is the song they are singing
There's a [Cadd9] whistle, it sounds and the game, it begins
And the [G] roar of the crowd echoes up to the heavens
It [D] sends out a clarion call

REPEAT CHORUS:

VERSE 5:
I'm [D] dreaming of Ireland in fine summer weather
A [Cadd9] crowd of young lads playing football together
All [G] hoping that someday the call they will answer
To [D] play for the place they were born