Bright Fields – Bad Boys BlueBy She stood at the portAnd watched him go aboardWhile the band was play’n“Farewell Ireland”Tears of “there’s no grace”Were streaming down her faceCos she – she must stayWhile he sails awayCos the bright fieldsWould bear no yieldsLet the land starve to deathAnd their life lostThe guarding shieldsHer love ran out of breathShe began to prayAnd turned her head awayHe should not see her deepDesperationShe forced her heart to learnThat he will not returnAnd pain weMust transcendThereWhere all roads endCos the bright fieldsWould bear no yieldsLet the land starve to deathAnd their life lostThe guarding shieldsHer love ran out of breathCos the bright fieldsWould bear no yieldsLet the land starve to deathAnd their life lostThe guarding shieldsHer love ran out of breathShe left hurt behindJust kept that dream in mindWhere together meansIt’s foreverThere must be a landWhere a four piece Irish bandPlays “I am coming home” www.pillowlyrics.com419786497975 88k 20