"Fields of Athenry" – Ned in prison (Dropkick Murphys version in my head)
By a lonely prison wall,
I heard a young girl calling
Ned, they have taken you away,
For you sought honor and truth,
So the young might see the morn.
Now a sharpened axe lies waiting in the Sept .
Low lie the fields of Winter Town
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 Winter Town.
By a lonely prison wall,
I heard a young man calling
Nothing matters, Cat, when you're free
Against injustice and the Crown,
I rebelled, they cut me down.
Now you must raise our child(ren) with dignity.
Low lie the fields of Winter Town …
By a lonely Winter dream,
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 the Black Cells
It's so lonely 'round the fields of Winter Town
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Happy St. Patrick's Day :)
(though not a very happy song to celebrate it with)
The words of this song just move me so ... nostalgia and helplessness … hopes and dreams …
I've been singing this – scratch that, I've been yelling this song top of my voice in my head all day. Well, of course, in silence, it was all in my head. Such a powerful version. A Punk rock lover like myself, how could I not sing? Of course, silently, in my head. Walking down the street, I imagined Ned and Cat holding hands, singing this song, in my head ….
