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In my memory I will always see |
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the town that I have loved so well |
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where our school played ball by the gasyard wall |
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and we laughed through the smoke and the smell. |
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Going home in the rain running up the dark lane |
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past the jail and down behind the fountain |
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Those were happy days in so many many ways |
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in the town I have loved so well. |
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In the early morning the shirt-factory horn |
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called women from Craigeen the Moor and the Bog |
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while the man on the dole played the mother's role |
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fed the children and then trained the dogs. |
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And when times got rough there was just about enough |
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but they saw it through without complaining |
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for deep inside was a burning pride |
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for the town I loved so well. |
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There was music there in the Derry air |
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like a language that we could all understand |
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I remember the day when I earned my first pay |
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as I played in the small pick-up band. |
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There I spent my youth and to tell you the truth |
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I was sad to leave it all behind me |
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for I'd learned 'bout life and I've found a wife |
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in the town I loved so well. |
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But when I returned how my eyes have burned |
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to see how a town could be brought to its knees |
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by the armoured cars and the bombed-out bars |
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and the gas that hangs on to every breeze. |
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Now the army's installed by that old gasyard wall |
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and the damned barbed wire gets higher and higher |
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with their tanks and their guns, oh my god what have they done |
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to the town I loved so well. |
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Now the music's gone but I still carry on |
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for their spirit's been bruised never broken |
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they will not forget for their hearts are aset |
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on tomorrow and peace once again. |
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For what's done is done and what's won is won |
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and what's lost is lost and gone forever |
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I can only pray for a bright brand new day |
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in the town I loved so well. |
