Fields Of Glory The High Kings
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Verse 1
I was b[D]orn in a country where people adm[G]ire
Their great sporting heroes and [Em]how they aspire
To st[G]and upon mountains and al[Em]ways be winners
And ne[G]ver give less than their a[D]ll.
I once met an old man who told me great sto[G]ries
Of legends of old who played h[Em]ard for the glory
Of lif[G]ting the cup in that mo[Em]ment of triumph
His mem[G]ories kept me enthr[D]alled.
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Chorus:
On the fi[C]elds, the fi[G]elds of gl[D]ory.
On the fi[C]elds where b[G]oys become m[D]en.
On the fi[C]elds, the fi[G]elds of gl[D]ory.
May the b[C]est team w[Em]in, win in the e[D]nd.
Follow the same chord progression for all but the last verse
Verse 2
Supporting their team with a true sense of place
Are the handfuls of people with pride on their faces
They come from the homelands, the parish, the village
Their banners they proudly unfurl
An anthem of hope is the song they are singing
There's a whistle, it sounds, and the game, it begins
The roar from the crowd echoes up to the heavens
It sends out a clarion call.
Chorus
Verse 3
I'm dreaming 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
Verse 4
N.C.
I'm dreaming of Ireland in fine summer weather
A crowd of young lads playing football together
The roar from the crowd echoes up to the heavens
It sends out a clarion call
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