Fields of Athenry.

Lyrics: Dublin born Irish folk singer/songwriter the late Pete St John (Peter Mooney 1932 – 2022).
Vocals: Irish based singer-songwriter Sina Theil.

Fields of Athenry.

By a lonely prison wall,
I heard a young girl calling,
“Michael, they have taken you away.
For you stole Trevelyan’s corn,
So the young might see the morn,
Now a prison ship lies waiting in the bay”.
Low lie the fields of Athenry,
Where once we watched the small free birds fly.
Our love was on the wing, we had dreams and songs to sing,
It’s so lonely ’round the fields of Athenry.
By a lonely prison wall,
I heard a young man calling,
“Nothing matters, Mary, when you’re free.
Against the famine and the crown,
I rebelled, they cut me down,
Now you must raise our child with dignity”.
Low lie the fields of Athenry,
Where once we watched the small free birds fly.
Our love was on the wing we had dreams and songs to sing,
It’s so lonely ’round the fields of Athenry.
By a lonely harbour wall,
She watched the last star falling,
As the prison ship sailed out against the sky.
For she lived in hope and pray,
For her love in Botany Bay,
It’s so lonely ’round the fields of Athenry.
Low lie the fields of Athenry,
Where once we watched the small free birds fly.
Our love was on the wing we had dreams and songs to sing,
It’s so lonely ’round the fields of Athenry.
Low lie the fields of Athenry,
Where once we watched the small free birds fly.
Our love was on the wing we had dreams and songs to sing,
It’s so lonely ’round the fields of Athenry.
It’s so lonely ’round the fields of Athenry.

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