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Fields Of Glory Chords And Lyrics The High Kings
The guitar chords are by Marc Fahrbach

The High Kings Are
Finbar Clancy son of Bobby Clancy [Clancy Brothers]
Brian Dunphy who is the son of Sean Dunphy who han a No1 hit song in Ireland with The Lonely Woods Of Upton
Martin Furey who is the son of Finbar Furey
Darren Holden pop singer who toured with Billy Joel band
Other songs by The High Kings on the site include The Irish Pub Lyrics Chords-The High Kings

I was (D)born in a country where people ad(G)mire

Their great sporting heroes and (Em)how they aspire

To (G)stand upon mountains and (Em)always be winners

And (G)never give less than their (D)all

 

I (D)once met an old man who told me great (G)stories 


Of legends of old who played (Em)hard for the glory 


Of (G)lifting the cup in that (Em)moment of triumph 


His (G)memory's kept me en(D)thralled

 

Chorus

On the (C)fields, the (G)fields of (D)glory 


On the (C)fields where (G)boys become (D)men 


On the (C)fields, the (G)fields of (D)glory 


May the (C)best team (Em)win, win in the (D)end

 

Su(D)pporting their team with a true sense of (G)place 


Are the handfuls of people with (Em)pride on their faces 


They (G)come from the townlands, the (Em)parish, the village 


Their (G)banners they proudly un(D)furl

 

An (D)anthem of hope is the song they are (G)singing 


There's a whistle, it sounds and the (Em)game, it begins 


And the (G)roar of the crowd echoes (Em)up to the heavens 


It (G)sends out a clarion (D)call

 

Chorus

 

I'm (D)dreaming of Ireland in fine summer (G)weather 


A crowd of young lads playing (Em)football together 


All (G)hoping that someday the (Em)call they will answer 


To (G)play for the place they were (D)born

 

Chorus

 

I'm (D)dreaming of Ireland in fine summer (G)weather 


A crowd of young lads playing (Em)football together 


The (G)roar of the crowd echoes (Em)up to the heavens 


It (G)sends out a clarion (D)call

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