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The Town I Loved So Well

Höfundur lags: Phil Coulter Höfundur texta: Phil Coulter Flytjandi: The Dubliners Sent inn af: Anonymous
In my [G]memor[D/F#]y I will [C/E]always [G]see  
The [C]town that [G]I have loved so [D]well
Where our [G]school played [D/F#]ball by the [C/E]gasyard [G]wall
And we [C]laughed through the [G]smoke [D]and the [G]smell
Going [C]home in the [D]rain, running [G] up the [G/F#]dark      [G/E]lane     [G/D]    
Past the [C]jail [C/B]and     [Am7]down behind the [D]fountain
Those were [G]happy [D/F#]days in so [C/E]many, many [G]ways
In the [C]town I [G]loved [D]so   [G]well

In the [G]early [D/F#]morning the [C/E]shirt factory [G]horn
Called the [C]women from [G]Creggan,
the Moor and the [D]Bog  
While the [G]men on the [D/F#]dole played a [C/E]mothers [G]role
Fed the [C]children and [G]then [D]trained the [G]dog  
And when [C]times got [D]tough
there was [G]just a[G/F#]bout e     [G/E]nough [G/D]    
But they [C]saw [C/B]it     [Am7]through without com[D]plaining
For [G]deep in[D/F#]side was a [C/E]burning [G]pride
In the [C]town I [G]loved [D]so   [G]well

There was [G]music [D/F#]there in the [C/E]Derry [G]air  
Like a [C]language that [G]we all could under[D]stand
I re[G]member the [D/F#]day when I [C/E]earned my first [G]pay  
And I [C]played in a [G]small [D]pickup [G]band
There I [C]spent my [D]youth and to [G]tell you [G/F#]the      [G/E]truth [G/D]    
I was [C]sad [C/B]to     [Am7]leave it all be[D]hind me
For I [G]learned about [D/F#]life and I'd [C/E]found a [G]wife
In the [C]town I [G]loved [D]so   [G]well

But when [G]I re[D/F#]turned how my [C/E]eyes have [G]burned
To [C]see how a [G]town could be brought to its [D]knees
By the [G]armoured [D/F#]cars and the [C/E]bombed out [G]bars
And the [C]gas that hangs [G]on to [D]every [G]tree
Now the [C]army's in[D]stalled by that [G]old gas[G/F#]yard      [G/E]wall     [G/D]    
And the [C]damned [C/B]barbed [Am7]wire    
gets higher and [D]higher
With their [G]tanks and their [D/F#]guns,     
oh my [C/E]God, what have they [G]done
To the [C]town I [G]loved [D]so   [G]well

Now the [G]music's [D/F#]gone but they [C/E]carry [G]on  
For their [C]spirit's been [G]bruised, never [D]broken
They will [G]not for[D/F#]get but their [C/E]hearts are [G]set  
On to[C]morrow and [G]peace [D]once a[G]gain
For what's [C]done is [D]done
and what's [G]won [G/F#]is      [G/E]won     [G/D]    
And what's [C]lost [C/B]is     [Am7]lost and gone for[D]ever
I can [G]only [D/F#]pray for a [C/E]bright, brand new [G]day  
In the [C]town I [G]loved [D]so   [G]well

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 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 loved so well

In the early morning the shirt factory horn
Called the women from Creggan,
the Moor and the Bog
While the men on the dole played a mothers role
Fed the children and then trained the dog
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 when I earned my first pay
And I played in a small pickup band
There I spent my youth and to tell you the truth
I was sad to leave it all behind me
For I learned about life and I'd found 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 to its knees
By the armoured cars and the bombed out bars
And the gas that hangs on to every tree
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
To the town I loved so well

Now the music's gone but they carry on
For their spirit's been bruised, 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 loved so well

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