Fields of Athenry - Orthodox Celts

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 harbor wall,

she watched the last star falling

As that prison ship sailed out against the sky

Sure she’ll wait and hope and pray,

for her love in Botany Bay

It’s so lonely 'round the fields of Athenry.

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.