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

'Cause she, she must stay

While he sails away

'Cause 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

'Cause 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

'Cause 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»