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
