Biography:
The High Kings is an Irish ballad group formed by the same creators as Celtic Woman. Finbarr Clancy, Brian Dunphy, Martin Furey, and Darren Holden make up the group.
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Other songs:
- Irish Pub
- Red Is The Rose
- As I Roved Out
- Black Velvet Band
- Come With Me Now
- Dirty Old Town
- Fields Of Glory
- Green Fields Of France
- Hand Me Down My Bible
- Irelands Shore
- Irish Pub Song
- Mairis Wedding
- Mcalpines Fusiliers
- Paddys Green Shamrock Shore
- Peggy Gordon
- Raglan Road
- Star Of The County Down
- Step It Out Mary
- The Irish Pub
- The Parting Glass
- The Town I Loved So Well
- Will Ye Go Lassie Go
Four years of hard work!This month of May we celebrated four years on the air. We continue working on the dissemination of this wonderful instrument, thank you for participating in our story!
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
D G
I was born in a country where people admire
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.
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 memories kept me enthralled.
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.
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
corrections or errors, let me know. Enjoy.
Verse 1
D G
I was born in a country where people admire
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.
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 memories kept me enthralled.
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.
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
The Holydrug Cou (...)
The Home
The Homeless Gos (...)
The Honey Trees
The Honeycombs
The Ides Of Marc (...)
The Immortals
The Indelicates
The Ink Spots
The Inkspots