The Town I Loved So Well

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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 gasyard 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 loved so well.

In the early morning the shirt factory's horn
called the women from Creggan, the Moor and the Bog.
While the men on the dole played a mother's role,
fed the children and 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 we all could understand.
I remember the day when I earned my first pay,
and 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'd found me 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 tree.
Now the army's installed by the old gasyard 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 is gone but they carrry 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.

(Noten)   (Midi)