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 [C#add9] 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 [C#add9] 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 [C#add9] fields, the [G#] fields of [D#] glory
On the [C#add9] fields where [G#] boys become [D#] men
On the [C#add9] fields, the [G#] fields of [D#] glory
May the [C#add9] 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 [C#add9] 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 [C#add9] 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

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VERSE 5:
I'm [D#] dreaming of Ireland in fine summer weather
A [C#add9] 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