Fields of Sorrow

In the year of forty-five when the crops all failed to grow The fields turned dark and barren with no life left to sow The blight came down upon us like a curse upon the land And we watched our children perish with no food to give our hand Oh the winds of sorrow blew through the valleys and the hills Where the hopes of our people lay quiet cold and still But we'll sing of our ancestors who fought through darkest days In the fields of sorrow where their spirit still remains The rivers ran with tears as we fled from hearth and home Across the stormy waters to lands we'd never known But the memories of Ireland they stayed within our hearts In every song we carried they were never torn apart Oh the winds of sorrow blew through the valleys and the hills Where the hopes of our people lay quiet cold and still But we'll sing of our ancestors who fought through darkest days In the fields of sorrow where their spirit still remains Now the green hills whisper of a time long passed away But the strength of those before us it guides us to this day In every child's laughter in every tear we cry We remember the Great Hunger and the will that would not die Oh the winds of sorrow blew through the valleys and the hills Where the hopes of our people lay quiet cold and still But we'll sing of our ancestors who fought through darkest days In the fields of sorrow where their spirit still remains So let us raise our voices in a song of love and pain For the land of Erin's beauty where the heart shall always reign In the fields of sorrow where the sun now gently shines We honor those who suffered in these ancient sacred lines Oh the winds of sorrow blew through the valleys and the hills Where the hopes of our people lay quiet cold and still But we'll sing of our ancestors who fought through darkest days In the fields of sorrow where their spirit still remains