Tattered tokens taped to telegraph poles
Ragged, broken, bathed in halogen glow
Fallen heroes on the gable wall
My mother's father drove the cranes those boats were built on
This is my city
Tied to the rigging of the past
Heads are still spinning
Some wanna let go others hold fast
Constant reminder
Every street lamp is a mast
So why don't we all just sail away
Belfast
♪
Built a graveyard over Sailortown
Shut the Rotterdam and Pat's Bar down
Song and laughter filled the nights but now
Only ghosts of notes spill out across the water
This is my city
Tied to the rigging of the past
Heads are still spinning
Some wanna let go others hold fast
Constant reminders
Every street lamp is a mast
So why don't we all just sail away
Belfast
♪
(Uuuuuuuu)
(Uuuuuuuu uuuu)
Come all ye sinners
And give it up
You're free now
Stop giving up
And breathe out
Children born after the violence
Upon the shoulders of the giants
Where the Lagan leaves the island
Will grow in homes with coloured bones and we all know they'll listen
Home of playwrights, poets, painters, kings
Beautiful, forgotten, buried things
In The Entries now the echoes ring
Tomorrow who could know what words they'll remember
This is my city
This is my city
This is my city
This is my
Belfast