(Déchiffrage d'après un concert ancien, contemporain de la version originale)
Intro : |
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In my memo ry, 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 smel| / l.
Going home in the rain, running up the dark | lane
Past the jail and down behind the foun| / tain
Those were happy days in so many, many ways
In the town I loved so | / well.
In the early morning the shirt-factory horn
Called women from Creggan, 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 tough there was just about enough
But they saw it through without complaining
For deep inside was a burning pride
In the town I 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 found a wife
In the town I loved so well.
Instrumental :
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 breeze.
Now the army's installed by that 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
In the town I loved so well ?
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Now the music's gone, but they carry on
For their spirit's been bruised never bro-o- ken
They will not for get, but their hearts are set
On to morrow and peace once a gain.
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For what's done is done and what's won is | won
And what's lost is lost and gone for | / ever
I can only pray for a bright brand-new day
In the town I loved so well.
