There’s a storm on the horizon   And for that I can’t see the sun   For I’ll keep a waiting on the pavement   For the ice-cream van to come      Its die hard hate to follow   And I’ll not follow that   The marching people running round my head   Running round my head I don’t know why      Why can’t we see   Straight through the powers that be   Who keep us breaking each others hearts   And keeping us apart, keeping us apart      Destroying the ground where gruesome lays   Sectarianism and the hurtful racist ways   Bring back the glory days   Active citizenship   And pure community   Freedom of faith      There’s a storm on the horizon…