LES CHAMPS D'ATHENRY

Une adaptation française personnelle de ce classique irlandais.
 

The Fields of Athenry

By a lonely prison wall,

I heard a young girl calling

Michael they have taken you away,

For you stole Trevelyan'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 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 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

 

By a lonely harbour wall

She watched the last star falling

As the prison ship sailed out against the sky

For she lived in hope and pray

For her love in Botany Bay

It's so lonely round the Fields Of Athenry

 

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,

It's so lonely round the Fields of Athenry