Chords for The High Kings Fields of Glory
Tempo:
110.15 bpm
Chords used:
D
G
C
A
Am
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[D] I was born in a country where people admire their great sporting heroes [G] and how they aspire to stand upon mountains and always be winners [D] and never give less than their all.
I once met an old man who told me great stories of legends [G] of old who played hard for the glory of lifting the cup in that moment of triumph.
[D] His memories kept me enthralled.
[C] On the fields, [G] the fields of [D] glory, [C] on the fields [G] where boys [D] become men.
[C] On the fields, [G] the fields of [D] glory, [C] may the [G] best [D] team win, win in the end.
Supporting their team with the true sense of place are the [G] handfuls of people, [C] with pride on their [G] faces.
They come from the townlands, the parish, the village, [D] their banners they proudly infer.
An anthem of hope is the song they are singing, [C] as the whistlers sound and the game it [G] begins.
And the roar of the crowd echoes up to the heavens, it sends [D] out a clarion call.
[C] On the fields, [G] the fields of [D] glory, [C] on the fields [G] where boys become [D] men.
On [C] the [G] fields, the fields [D] of glory, may the [G] best [A] team win, [D] win in the end.
I'm dreaming of Ireland in fine summer weather, [C] a crowd of young lads playing football [G] together.
I'm hoping that someday they call they will answer [D] to play for the place they were born.
[C] On the fields, [G] the fields of [D] glory, [C] on the fields [G] where boys [D] become men.
[C] On the fields, [G] the fields [D] of glory, [C] may the [G] best [Am] team win, win in [D] the end.
I'm dreaming of Ireland in fine summer weather, a crowd of young lads playing football together.
The roar of the crowd echoes up to the heavens, [G] it sends [D] out a clarion call.
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I once met an old man who told me great stories of legends [G] of old who played hard for the glory of lifting the cup in that moment of triumph.
[D] His memories kept me enthralled.
[C] On the fields, [G] the fields of [D] glory, [C] on the fields [G] where boys [D] become men.
[C] On the fields, [G] the fields of [D] glory, [C] may the [G] best [D] team win, win in the end.
Supporting their team with the true sense of place are the [G] handfuls of people, [C] with pride on their [G] faces.
They come from the townlands, the parish, the village, [D] their banners they proudly infer.
An anthem of hope is the song they are singing, [C] as the whistlers sound and the game it [G] begins.
And the roar of the crowd echoes up to the heavens, it sends [D] out a clarion call.
[C] On the fields, [G] the fields of [D] glory, [C] on the fields [G] where boys become [D] men.
On [C] the [G] fields, the fields [D] of glory, may the [G] best [A] team win, [D] win in the end.
I'm dreaming of Ireland in fine summer weather, [C] a crowd of young lads playing football [G] together.
I'm hoping that someday they call they will answer [D] to play for the place they were born.
[C] On the fields, [G] the fields of [D] glory, [C] on the fields [G] where boys [D] become men.
[C] On the fields, [G] the fields [D] of glory, [C] may the [G] best [Am] team win, win in [D] the end.
I'm dreaming of Ireland in fine summer weather, a crowd of young lads playing football together.
The roar of the crowd echoes up to the heavens, [G] it sends [D] out a clarion call.
[N]
Key:
D
G
C
A
Am
D
G
C
[D] _ _ _ I was born in a country where people admire their great sporting heroes [G] and how they aspire to stand upon mountains and always be winners [D] and never give less than their all.
I once met an old man who told me great stories of legends [G] of old who played hard for the glory of lifting the cup in that moment of triumph.
[D] His memories kept me enthralled.
[C] On the _ fields, [G] the _ fields of [D] glory, _ _ _ _ [C] on the _ fields [G] where _ boys [D] become _ men. _
_ _ [C] On the _ fields, [G] the _ fields of [D] _ glory, _ _ _ [C] may the [G] best [D] team win, win in the end. _ _
_ _ _ Supporting their team with the true sense of place are the [G] handfuls of people, [C] with pride on their [G] faces.
They come from the townlands, the parish, the village, [D] their banners they proudly infer.
_ An anthem of hope is the song they are singing, [C] as the whistlers sound and the game it [G] begins.
And the roar of the crowd echoes up to the heavens, it sends [D] out a clarion call.
_ [C] _ _ On the fields, [G] the _ fields of [D] _ glory, _ _ _ [C] on the _ fields [G] where _ boys become [D] _ men. _
On [C] the _ _ [G] fields, the _ fields [D] of _ glory, _ _ _ may the [G] best [A] team win, [D] win in the end. _ _ _
_ _ I'm dreaming of Ireland in fine summer weather, [C] a crowd of young lads playing football [G] together.
I'm hoping that someday they call they will answer [D] to play for the place they were born.
[C] On the _ fields, [G] the fields _ of [D] _ glory, _ _ _ [C] on the _ fields [G] where _ boys [D] become _ men. _
_ _ [C] On the _ fields, [G] the _ fields [D] of _ glory, _ _ _ [C] may the [G] best [Am] team win, win in [D] the end. _ _ _
_ _ I'm dreaming of Ireland in fine summer weather, a crowd of young lads playing football together.
The roar of the crowd echoes up to the heavens, [G] it sends [D] out a clarion call. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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I once met an old man who told me great stories of legends [G] of old who played hard for the glory of lifting the cup in that moment of triumph.
[D] His memories kept me enthralled.
[C] On the _ fields, [G] the _ fields of [D] glory, _ _ _ _ [C] on the _ fields [G] where _ boys [D] become _ men. _
_ _ [C] On the _ fields, [G] the _ fields of [D] _ glory, _ _ _ [C] may the [G] best [D] team win, win in the end. _ _
_ _ _ Supporting their team with the true sense of place are the [G] handfuls of people, [C] with pride on their [G] faces.
They come from the townlands, the parish, the village, [D] their banners they proudly infer.
_ An anthem of hope is the song they are singing, [C] as the whistlers sound and the game it [G] begins.
And the roar of the crowd echoes up to the heavens, it sends [D] out a clarion call.
_ [C] _ _ On the fields, [G] the _ fields of [D] _ glory, _ _ _ [C] on the _ fields [G] where _ boys become [D] _ men. _
On [C] the _ _ [G] fields, the _ fields [D] of _ glory, _ _ _ may the [G] best [A] team win, [D] win in the end. _ _ _
_ _ I'm dreaming of Ireland in fine summer weather, [C] a crowd of young lads playing football [G] together.
I'm hoping that someday they call they will answer [D] to play for the place they were born.
[C] On the _ fields, [G] the fields _ of [D] _ glory, _ _ _ [C] on the _ fields [G] where _ boys [D] become _ men. _
_ _ [C] On the _ fields, [G] the _ fields [D] of _ glory, _ _ _ [C] may the [G] best [Am] team win, win in [D] the end. _ _ _
_ _ I'm dreaming of Ireland in fine summer weather, a crowd of young lads playing football together.
The roar of the crowd echoes up to the heavens, [G] it sends [D] out a clarion call. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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