Lyrics 'Fields Of Dublin 4' - Eleanor McEvoy

'Fields Of Dublin 4'

What’s grubbing up
A little bit sleazy
We’re taking no time
For taking it easy
We’re taking all we can
And losing our souls
We scrub around
A little untidy
We’re working like dogs
Monday to Friday
Just one narrow way
From losing control
How’d we get it so wrong?
How’d we get it so right?
How’d we get to become this overnight?
How’d we get it so bad?
How’d we get it so good?
How’d we get to become our livelihoods?
I never thought we would…
We’re walking our wardrobes
Studded with labours
We’ve sushi and tofu
Served on our tables
Take that grande latte
To go
We’re texting our friends
'cause we’ve no time to meet them
Kids in a crash
No time to see them
I think this tiger’s turned
Out of control
How’d we get it so wrong?
How’d we get it so right?
How’d we get to become this overnight?
How’d we get it so bad?
How’d we get it so good?
How’d we get to become our livelihoods?
And maybe we should
Take it back to the bad old days
When a lap of the beets put you high above the lot
Bring us back to the good old days
When we’d all day lunches
And we’d talk of
How we had it so wrong
But we had it so right
And it couldn’t be altered overnight
When we had it so bad
But we had it so good
To struggle to eke our livelihood
How’d we get it so wrong?
How’d we get it so right?
How’d we get to become this overnight?
How’d we get it so bad?
How’d we get it so good?
How’d we get to become our livelihoods?
How’d we get it so wrong?
How’d we get it so right?
How’d we get to become this overnight?
How’d we get it so bad?
How’d we get it so good?
How’d we get to become our livelihoods?