Fields of Dreams
Low lie the lands
Where state and church go hand in hand
From the sea to the mountains of
Tipperary and beyond
It's a long way home
A long way from anyone I know
I know
Cause these great stories that I've been told
They're nothing but legends from the days of old
Nothing but ghosts, to behold
And these fields of dreams
Are all in my head
Where these fields of dreams, live on instead
The sins of the father, have stained
The home
The ground, beneath filled with their bones
And on the West winds, there lies
The pain, and the cries, of those,
Who'll remain unknown
Cause these great stories that I've been told
They're nothing but legends from the days of old
Nothing but ghosts, to behold
And these, fields of dreams, live on in my head
Where these fields of dreams, live on instead
Luíonn na tailte íseal
Áit a dtéann an stát agus an eaglais lámh ar láimh
ón bhfarraige go dtí na sléibhte
Thiobraid Árann agus níos faide i gcéin
Níos faide I gcéin
And beyond
And beyond
Cause these great stories that I've been told
They're nothing but legends from the days of old
Nothing but ghosts to behold
And these fields of dreams, live on in my head
Where these fields of dreams, live on instead
Where state and church go hand in hand
From the sea to the mountains of
Tipperary and beyond
It's a long way home
A long way from anyone I know
I know
Cause these great stories that I've been told
They're nothing but legends from the days of old
Nothing but ghosts, to behold
And these fields of dreams
Are all in my head
Where these fields of dreams, live on instead
The sins of the father, have stained
The home
The ground, beneath filled with their bones
And on the West winds, there lies
The pain, and the cries, of those,
Who'll remain unknown
Cause these great stories that I've been told
They're nothing but legends from the days of old
Nothing but ghosts, to behold
And these, fields of dreams, live on in my head
Where these fields of dreams, live on instead
Luíonn na tailte íseal
Áit a dtéann an stát agus an eaglais lámh ar láimh
ón bhfarraige go dtí na sléibhte
Thiobraid Árann agus níos faide i gcéin
Níos faide I gcéin
And beyond
And beyond
Cause these great stories that I've been told
They're nothing but legends from the days of old
Nothing but ghosts to behold
And these fields of dreams, live on in my head
Where these fields of dreams, live on instead
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Writer(s): Darren Connor
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