In my memory I will always see   the town that I have loved so well   where our school played ball by the gas yard wall   and we laughed through the smoke and the smell.   Going home in the rain running 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've loved 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 without complaining   for deep inside was a burning pride   in the town I've loved so well.      There was music there in the Derry air   like a language that we all could understand   I remember the day that I earned my first pay   when I played in the small pick-up band.   There I spent my youth and to tell you the truth   I was sad to leave it all behind me   for I`d learned about life and I've found a wife   in the town I've loved so well.      But when I returned how my eyes have burned   to see how a town could be brought to its knees   by the armored cars and the bombed-out bars   and the gas that hangs on to every breathe.   Now the army`s installed by that old gas yard wall   and the damned barbwire gets high and higher   with their tanks and their guns, oh my god what have they done   to the town I've loved so well.      Now the music`s gone but they carry on   for their spirit`s been grossed never broken   they will not forget but their hearts are 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   in the town I've loved so well.