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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.

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

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