The High Kings - Fields of Glory lyrics

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 then their all I once met an old man who told me great stories Of legends of those who played hard for the glory And of lifting that cup in the 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 And may the best team win, win in the end Supporting our teem with a true sense of place Are the handfuls of people, the 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 wistle, it sounds and the game it begins And the roar of the croud echos up to the Heavens It sends out a clarion call (Chorus) I'm dreamin' 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 dreamin' of Ireland in fine summer weather A crowd of young lads playing football together And the roar of the croud echos up to the Heavens It sends out a clarion call.