High Kings, Fields Of Glory (2008)
Key: :[C#] (w: Don Mescal, Shay Healy)
VERSE 1:
I was
[C#] born in a country where people admire
Their
[Badd9] great sporting heroes and how they aspire
To
[F#] stand upon mountains and always be winners
And
[C#] never give less than their all
VERSE 2:
I
[C#] once met an old man who told me great stories
Of
[Badd9] legends of old who played hard for the glory
Of
[F#] lifting the cup in that moment of triumph
His
[C#] memory's kept me enthralled
CHORUS:
On the
[Badd9] fields, the
[F#] fields of
[C#] glory
On the
[Badd9] fields where
[F#] boys become
[C#] men
On the
[Badd9] fields, the
[F#] fields of
[C#] glory
May the
[Badd9] best
[F#] team
[G#] win, win in the
[C#] end
VERSE 3:
Sup-
[C#]-porting their team with a true sense of place
Are the
[Badd9] handfuls of people with pride on their faces
They
[F#] come from the townlands, the parish, the village
Their
[C#] banners they proudly unfurl
VERSE 4:
An
[C#] anthem of hope is the song they are singing
There's a
[Badd9] whistle, it sounds and the game, it begins
And the
[F#] roar of the crowd echoes up to the heavens
It
[C#] sends out a clarion call
REPEAT CHORUS:
VERSE 5:
I'm
[C#] dreaming of Ireland in fine summer weather
A
[Badd9] crowd of young lads playing football together
All
[F#] hoping that someday the call they will answer
To
[C#] play for the place they were born
REPEAT CHORUS:
REPEAT VERSE 5:
