I was born in a country where people admire
Their great sporting heroes and how they aspire
To stand apon 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

(Chorus)

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 bannaers they proudly unfurl

An anthem of hope is the song their 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

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

I'm dreamin' of Ireland in fine summer weather
A crowd of young lads play'n football together
All hoping that someday the call they will answer
To play for the place they were born

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

I'm dreamin' of Ireland in fine summer weather
A crowd of young lads play'n football together
And the roar of the croud echos up to the heavens
It sends out a clarion call