We Had Dreams And Songs To Sing
This photo is not of the celebrated fields from this song, but we did drive through them to get to this place, this thistle-strewn path to one of Ireland's sacred ruins, Clonmacnoise. It was not the first time the fields had entered my consciousness during my trip.
One night, out in the pubs, in a particularly raucous pub named Taaffe's, I was trying to wind my way through the shoulder to shoulder crowd near the band at the back of the room. As I neared the front of the stage, the band struck up this song. A slightly more traditional rendition, to be sure, but it made my heart soar. So I stayed right up front and sang along, loudly and boldly, to the chorus, along with most of the crowd around me. It was one of those moments, which struck me often, that just screamed, "You are really here, and your life is changing."
By the time I got back to my friends, I was giddy. A bar band in Galway, playing Irish rock and traditional tunes. A crowd that was equally tourist and local, as another afternoon in Taaffe's had me overhear two young men speaking to each other in Gaelic. But that night, hearing this song that I love, being with these new friends, being free to be myself, singing, and dancing badly, and laughing from the depths of my heart, that night was one of my life's best moments.
Fields of Athenry - Dropkick Murphys