By a lonely prison wall i heard a young girl calling
Micheal they are takeing you away
For you stole trevelyens corn so the young mite morn
Now you must raise our child with dignity.
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
Its so lonely round the fields of athenry
By a lonely prison wall i heard a young maN calling