Phil Coulter

The town I loved so well

In my memory I will always see
the town that I have loved so well,
where our school played ball by the gasyard wall,
and we laughed through the smoke and the smell.

Going home in the rain, running 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 the 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 that 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'd 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 tree.

Now the army's installed by that 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 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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