Bright Fields – Bad Boys Blue

She stood at the port
And watched him go aboard
While the band was play’n
“Farewell Ireland”

Tears of “there’s no grace”
Were streaming down her face
Cos she – she must stay
While he sails away

Cos the bright fields
Would bear no yields
Let the land starve to death
And their life lost
The guarding shields
Her love ran out of breath

She began to pray
And turned her head away
He should not see her deep
Desperation

She forced her heart to learn
That he will not return
And pain we
Must transcend
There
Where all roads end

Cos the bright fields
Would bear no yields
Let the land starve to death
And their life lost
The guarding shields
Her love ran out of breath

Cos the bright fields
Would bear no yields
Let the land starve to death
And their life lost
The guarding shields
Her love ran out of breath

She left hurt behind
Just kept that dream in mind
Where together means
It’s forever

There must be a land
Where a four piece Irish band
Plays “I am coming home”