I wrote this at a time when the Northern troubles were at their worst. Thankfully those days are no more.
It's now forty years since the last time I stepped Through a door that's no more in a house that is gone Said farewell to all in Turf Lodge and The Falls Set sail from the Quay in the chill mist of dawn As the ship sailed away, I remember that day Through the mist in my eyes, said all my goodbyes The cries of the gulls in the skies seemed to say Hurry back to your home, Belfast Town
The years, they have gone, I've come back again To see my old town, the places I've known A kid from The Falls, made it good in New York I'd trade it all in for the years back again My town, it has changed where the bombs re-arranged All the places I've known, burned down all around The kids of today have no fun in their play Where's your laughter today, Belfast Town
Bobby McCracken was sweet on the ball For Sandy Row Rovers in navy and red They beat us ten nil, I remember it still At the end took his hand as a friend, now he's dead He dared to cry halt to the carnage and woe To pray for the dead and to seek peace instead They buried the bits they found after the bomb One more name on your list, Belfast Town
I'm leaving today, ne'er to come back no more The pain is too strong and the memories too clear My friends and relations, all dead now or gone Will you weep Belfast Town for the days that are o'er When peace comes again and the hatred has gone You can take back my bones to rest in your clay There's a bond that unites both the Shankill and Falls It's white bones 'neath your clay, Belfast Town There's a bond that unites both the orange and green It's white bones 'neath your clay, Belfast Town