THE TOWN I LOVED SO WELL

Phil Coulter

In my memory I can always see the town that I have loved so well
Where the 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 the women from Craggan from the Moore and the Bog
And the men on the dole played a mother's role
Fed the children and then walked the dogs
And though times were tough there was just about enough
And we 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
In the language people could understand
I remember the days when I drank my fathers pay
While I played in a small Irish 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 me a wife
In the town I loved so well

Now when I returned how my eyes have burned
Too see how a town can be brought to its knees
By the armored cars and the bombed out bars
And the gas that hangs on to every breeze
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 that I loved so well


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