| 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 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
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| There was music there in the Derry air
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| like a language that we all could understand
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| I remember the day when I earned my first pay
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| When I played in a small pick-up band
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| There I spent my youth and to tell you the truth
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| I was sad to leave it all behind me
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| For I learned about life and I’d found a wife
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| in the town I loved so well
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| But when I returned how my eyes have burned
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| to see how a town could be brought to its knees
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| By the armoured cars and the bombed out bars
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| and the gas that hangs on to every tree
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| Now the army’s installed by that old gasyard wall
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| and the damned barbed wire gets higher and higher
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| With their tanks and their guns, oh my God, what have they done
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| to the town I loved so well
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| Now the music’s gone but they carry on
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| For their spirit’s been bruised, never broken
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| They will not forget but their hearts are set
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| on tomorrow and peace once again
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| For what’s done is done and what’s won is won
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| and what’s lost is lost and gone forever
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| I can only pray for a bright and brand new day
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| in the town I loved so well |