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
(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
Tradução: No Use For A Name. Los campos de Athenry.
a lonely prison wall I heard a young girl callin' Michael they have taken you away For you stole Trevelyn's corn So the young might see the morn Now a