Lyrics Belfast Confetti - Ricky Warwick

Belfast Confetti

There is a time and a place, where I run
Way up on Scrabo Hill
I pray for my future, I bleed for my past
Way up on Scrabo Hill
All promises I made there
This one was made to last
Ohhhhhhh
Take me home
Mountains of Mourne, won’t tell anyone
They’re keeping secrets buried deep with lies (buried deep with lies)
All these years forever drawn, to the town where blood was born
Watch the Belfast Confetti raining down
Raining down
The Belfast Confetti’s raining down
Raining down
Raining hard, fast, it’s raining cold
Raining down
The Belfast Confetti’s raining down
Raining down
Hard, cold into my soul
Raining down
Raining down
There’s a time and a place, where I know
Way up on Scrabo Hill
Where the grace of God and guns won’t echo
Way up on Scrabo Hill
Where the memories are ghosts
That don’t haunt me anymore
Ohhhhhhh
Take me home
Mountains of Mourne, won’t tell anyone
They’re keeping secrets buried deep with lies (buried deep with lies)
All these years forever drawn, to the town where blood was born
Watch the Belfast Confetti raining down
Raining down
The Belfast Confetti’s raining down
Raining down
Raining hard, fast, it’s raining cold
Raining down
The Belfast Confetti’s raining down
Raining down
Hard, cold into my soul
Raining down
The Belfast Confetti’s raining down
Raining down
Raining down
My wonderland, my Holy Ground
Forged in blood, lay all my troubles down
Revelations near, hit them with a stone
Be a part of me
And I’ll never walk alone
Watch the Belfast Confetti raining down
Raining down
The Belfast Confetti’s raining down
Raining down
Raining hard, fast, it’s raining cold
Raining down
The Belfast Confetti’s raining down
Raining down
Hard, cold into my soul
Raining down
The Belfast Confetti’s raining down
Raining down
Raining down
Raining down
Raining down
Raining down