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 then their all

I once met an old man who told me great stories
Of legends of those who played hard for the glory
And of lifting that cup in the moment of triumph
His memory's kept me enthralled

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On the fields, the fields of glory
On the fields, where boys become men
On the fields, the fields of glory
And may the best team win, win in the end

Supporting our teem with a true sense of place
Are the handfuls of people, the pride on their faces
They come from the townlands, the parish, the village
Their banners, they proudly unfurl
An anthem of hope is the song they are singing
There's a wistle, it sounds and the game it begins
And the roar of the croud echos up to the Heavens
It sends out a clarion call

(Chorus)
I'm dreamin' 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)
I'm dreamin' of Ireland in fine summer weather
A crowd of young lads playing football together
And the roar of the croud echos up to the Heavens
It sends out a clarion call