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June 2019
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The town I loved so well

words and music: Phil Coulter


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

Going home in the rain,
running up the dark lane
pass the jail and down
behind the fountain
Those were happy days
in so many, many ways
in the town I loved so well

There was music there
in the Derry air
like a language that
we could all 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
For I'd learned about life
and I'd found a wife
in the town I loved so well
But when I returned
how my eyes were 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 gone
but they carry on
For their spirit's been
bruised, never broken
They will not forget
but their hearts are set
on tomorrow and
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