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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 ther gaol (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 loved so well. |
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In the early morning, the shirt factory horn |
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callde women from Creggan, the moor and the bog |
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while their men on the dole played a mother's role |
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fed the children and then trained the dogs. |
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And when times got tough, 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 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 when I earned my first pay |
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when I played in a 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 learned about life and I 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 the old gas yard wall |
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and the damded 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 they carry on |
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for their spirit's been bruised, 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 loved so well |
