In my memory, i will always see, the town that i have loved so well.
Where our school played ball by the gas yard well, and they laughed through the smoke and the smell.
Going home in the rain, running up the dark line.
Past the jail, and down behind the fountain.
Those were the happy days, in so many, many ways, in the town i loved so well.
In the early morning, the shirt factory horn, called women from creggan, the moor, and the bog.
While the men on the dole played a mother's role.
Fed the children and then walked the dog.
And when times got tough there was just about enough.
And they saw it through without complaining, for deep inside was a burning pride, in the town i loved so well.
There was music there in the Derry air, like a language that we all could understand.
I remember the day that i earned my first pick-up band.
There i spent my youth, and to tell you the truth, i was sad to leave it all behind me.
For i learned about life, and i found a wife, in the town i loved so well.
But when i returned, how my eyes have burned.
To see how a town could be brought to it's knees.
By the armoured cars and the bombed-out bars, and the gas that hangs on to every breeze.
Now the army's installed by that old gas yard wall, and the damned bared wire gets higher and higher.
With thier tanks and their guns, oh my god, what have they done, to the town i loved so well.
Now the music's gone but they carry on.
For their spirit's been bruised, never broken.
But they will not forget, but their hearts are set on tomorrow and peace once again.
For what's done is done and what's won is won.
And what's lost is lost and gone forever.
I can only pray for a bright, brand new day, in the town i love so well.