The Dubliners - Four Green Fields

Four Green Fields

“What did I have?“,
Said the fine old women.
“What did I have?“,
This proud old women did say.
“I have four green fields,
Each one was a jewel.
But strangers came
And tried to take them from me.
But my fine strong sons
They fought to save my jewels.
They fought and they died,
And that was my grief.“, said she.

“Long time ago.“,
Said the fine old women.
“Long time ago.“,
This proud old women did say.
“There was war and death,
Plundering and pillage.
My children starved
By mountain, valley and stream.
And their wailing cries
They reached the very heavens.
And my four green fields
Ran red with their blood.“, said she.

“What have I now?“,
Said the fine old women.
“What have I now?“,
This proud old women did say.
“I have four grene fields,
One of them’s in bondage.
In strangers hands,
That try to take it from me.
But my sons have sons
As brave as were their fathers.
And my fourth green field
Will bloom once again.“, said she.
And my fourth green field
Will bloom once again.“, said she.