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Fields Of Glory

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

	Em
Their great sporting heroes and	how they aspire

	G	Em
To	stand upon mountains and	always be winners

	G	D
And	never give less than their	all

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

	Em
Of legends of old who played	hard for the glory

	G	Em
Of	lifting the cup in that	moment of triumph

	G	D
His	memory's kept me en	thralled

Chorus

	C	G	D
On the	fields, the	fields of	glory

	C	G	D
On the	fields where	boys become	men

	C	G	D
On the	fields, the	fields of	glory

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

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

	Em
Are the handfuls of people with	pride on their faces

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

	G	D
Their	banners they proudly un	furl

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

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

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

	G	D
It	sends out a clarion	call

Chorus

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

	Em
A crowd of young lads playing	football together

	G	Em
All	hoping that someday the	call they will answer

	G	D
To	play for the place they were	born

Chorus

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

	Em
A crowd of young lads playing	football together

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

	G	D
It	sends out a clarion	call

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