Well, I've been up and down these highways in the dead of night,
Singing songs about the justice , I don't believe it right,
But I believe in you.

Well, Ive seen a hundred graveyards and a chance to say goodbye,
I've never known an English soldier but I've seen a couple die,
But believe, I believe in you.

There's no flowers at the graveside from anyone at all,
For your pictures in the paper and I think that says it all,
And all that I can do is maybe dedicate this song,
And try and shame the bastards that spelt your name wrong,
I believe, I believe, I believe in you.

When men behind the wire it rolled up and down the street,
You were planning revolution with children at your feet,
When the images of Ireland as the woman have all gone,
It's the women of the movements that keep it moving on,
I believe I believe, I believe in you.

Oh, when your Catholic education has you up against the wall,
Don't worry sister, I'll be there if you fall,
There's women in the kitchen, there's women on the streets,
There's women manning barricades that's women on their feet,
I believe I believe, I believe in you,
Yes, I believe I believe, I believe in you.