In Belfast

Cast your eyes on a spot dear loved, it's a spot that's close to hell
It's a burning, boiling cauldron where people they must dwell
The sun won't shine in my backyard, it's hidden by the wall
The moon and stars just light the
night for the cat that climbs the wall

In Belfast there are fear of your neighbors and strangers
In Belfast there are songs to be sung
In Belfast there are fears of war and of peace
Tell me why, tell me what can be done

The burning church, the bombed out bars
The crying child, the mother's sigh
The butchered fathers, the murdered sons
The burned out homes, those shameful laws

'Twas the policies of the government of England over centuries
To keep Ireland divided by religions of God
For if ever the Catholics and Protestants united
They'd surely lose Ireland the jewel in the Crown

The streets are dark and empty, no friendly face abounds
The soldiers with their blackened face go prowling through the ground
The spiral reaches breaking point, the bard has played his tune
The night owl hides his eerie face with the fading of the moon

In Belfast there are fear of your neighbors and strangers
In Belfast there are songs to be sung
In Belfast there are fears of war and of peace
Tell me why, tell me what can be done

The burning church, the bombed out bars
The crying child on her way to school
The butchered fathers, the murdered sons
The burned out homes, those shameful laws

'Twas the policies of the government of England over centuries
To keep Ireland divided by religions of God
For if ever the Catholics and Protestants united
They'd surely lose Ireland the jewel in the Crown