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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 gas yard 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've 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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In the town I've loved so well. |
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There was music there in the Derry air |
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Like a language that we all could understand |
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I remember the day that I earned my first pay |
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When 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 about life and I've found a wife |
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In the town I've 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 armored cars and the bombed-out bars |
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And the gas that hangs on to every breathe. |
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Now the army`s installed by that old gas yard wall |
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And the damned barbwire gets high 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've loved so well. |
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Now the music`s gone but they carry on |
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For their spirit`s been grossed never broken |
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They will not forget but their hearts are set |
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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've loved so well. |
