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The Town I Loved So Well By Phil Coulter.

In my memory, I will always see, The town that I have loved so well, Where our school played ball by the gas yard wall And we laughed through the smoke and smell. Running home in the rain, going up the dark lane, Past the jail and down behind the fountain, Those were 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 their men on the dole played a mother's role, Fed the children and then trained the dogs. And when times got tough, there was just about enough, But 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 when I earned my first pay, When I played in a small 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 its 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 the old gas yard wall, And the damned barbed wire gets higher and higher, With their 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 still carry on, For their spirit's been bruised, never broken, 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 Loved So Well.

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