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