Woorden:
No Use For A Name Fields Of Athenry

(Pete St. John) 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

you away For you stole Trevelyn'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

you away For you stole Trevelyn'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