Bright Fields

the bright fields she stood at the port and watched him go aboard while the band was play‘n „farewell ireland“ tears of „there’s no grace“ were streaming down her face cos she - she must stay while he sails away cos THE BRIGHT FIELDS would BEAR NO YIELDS let the land STARVE TO DEATH and their life lost the GUARDING SHIELDS her love ran out of breath she began to pray and turned her head away he should not see her deep desperation she forced her heart to learn that he will not return and pain we must transcend THERE where all roads end cos THE BRIGHT FIELDS would BEAR NO YIELDS let the land STARVE TO DEATH and their life lost the GUARDING SHIELDS her love ran out of breath cos THE BRIGHT FIELDS would BEAR NO YIELDS let the land STARVE TO DEATH and their life lost the GUARDING SHIELDS her love ran out of breath she left hurt behind just kept that dream in mind where together means it’s forever there must be a land where a four piece Irish band PLAYs „i am coming HOME“