Fields Of Glory
The High KingsVersion1
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Chords in this song
Strum
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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.
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
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.
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
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
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Readable chord sheet for Fields Of Glory by The High Kings
I was b[D]orn in a country where people adm[G]ire Their great sporting heroes and [Em]how they aspire To st[G]and upon mountains and al[Em]ways be winners And ne[G]ver give less than their a[D]ll. I once met an old man who told me great sto[G]ries Of legends of old who played h[Em]ard for the glory Of lif[G]ting the cup in that mo[Em]ment of triumph His mem[G]ories kept me enthr[D]alled. On the fi[C]elds, the fi[G]elds of gl[D]ory. On the fi[C]elds where b[G]oys become m[D]en. On the fi[C]elds, the fi[G]elds of gl[D]ory. May the b[C]est team w[Em]in, win in the e[D]nd. Follow the same chord progression for all but the last verse 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. 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 [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