Hey, everyone. This is my first submission. I’m pretty sure it’s right. If there are any
corrections or errors, let me know. Enjoy.

Verse 1
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 than their all.

I once met an old man who told me great stories
Of legends of old who played hard for the glory
Of lifting the cup in that moment of triumph
His memories kept me enthralled.
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Chorus:
On the fields, the fields of glory.
On the fields where boys become men.
On the fields, the fields of glory.
May the best team win, win in the end.

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