Faszinierend und ganz großes Kino. Da wird ihre Mannschaft gerade fürchterlich bei der Fußball-EM von den Spaniern verhauen (0:4) und dennoch singen die irischen Fans - minutenlang zum Abschluss des Spieles. „Low lie the fields of Athenry“, schallt es durch das Stadion in Danzig und selbst ARD-Kommentator Tom Bartels schweigt. „Die EM erlebt ihren bislang schönsten Moment“, schreiben die
11 Freunde" – und dem ist nichts mehr hinzufügen. Außer Gänsehaut pur vielleicht und nichts mit "You are only singing when you are winning".
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By a lonely prison wall
I heard a young girl calling
Michael they are taking you away
For you stole Trevelyan's corn
So the young might see the morn
Now a prison ship lies waiting in the bay
Chorus
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
Now it's so loney round the fields of Athenry
By a lonely prison wall
I heard a young man calling
Nothing matters Mary when you're free
Against the famine and the crown
I rebelled they cut me down
Now you must raise our child with dignity
Chorus
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
Now it's so loney round the fields of Athenry
By a lonely harbour wall
She watched the last star falling
As the prison ship sailed out against the sky
Now she must live in hope and pray
For her love in Botany bay
For it's lonely round the fields of Athenry
Chorus
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
Now it's so loney round the fields of Athenry