Slow
"Michael, they are taking you away.
For you stole Trevalian's corn, so the young might see the morn
Now the prison ship lies waiting in the bay."
CHORUS:
Low lie the Fields of Athenrye,
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 Athenrye.
By the lonely prison wall, I heard a young man calling,
"Nothing matters Mary when you're free.
Against the famine and the crown, I rebeled, the
100,00 Fireflies
100,00 fireflies
i have a mandolin
i play it all night long
it makes we want to kill myself
i also have a dobro
made in some mountain range
seems like a mountain range in love
but when i turn up the tone
on my electric guitar
i'm afraid of the dark
without you close to me
i went out in the forest and caught
100,00 fireflies
as they ricochet round my room
they remind me of your starry eyes
someone else might not
have made this so sad
but this is the worst night
i've ever had
cause i'm afraid of the dark
without you close to me
you won't be happy with me
give me one more chance
you won't be happy anyway
why do we still live here
in this repulsive town
all our friends are in new york
why do we keep shreiking
when we mean soft things
we should be whispering all the time