by a lonely prison wall, i heard a young girl call: michael, they have taken you away, for you stole trevelyn s corn, so the young might see the morn. now a prison ship lies waiting in the bay. 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 it s so lonely round the fields of athenry. by a lonely prison wall, i heard a young 编辑于2012/06/15更新