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 [bad word] 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 have loves so well.

In the early morning the shirt-factory horn
called women from Craigeen the Moor and the Bog
while the man on the dole played the mother`s role
fed the children and then trained the dogs.
And when times got rough there was just about enough
but they saw it through [bad word] 
for deep inside was a burning pride
for 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 when I earned my first pay
as I played in the small pick-up band.
There I spent my youth and to tell you the [bad word] 
I was sad to leave it all behind me
for I`d learned `bout life and I`ve found me 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 ti its knees
by the armered cars and the bombed-out bars
and the gas that hangs on to every breathe.
Now the army`s installed by that old gasyard wall
and the damned barbwire gets high and higher
with their tanks and their bombs, oh my god what have they done
to the town I loved so well.

Now the music`s gone but I still carry on
for their spirit`s been gone but never broken
they will not forget for their hearts are all 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
to the town I lived so well.