[Verse]
On the motorway, just the other night,
Some lights were flickering off to my right,
My little son, sitting by my side,
Asked, "Are those fairy lights for Christmas time?"

[Chorus]
Those are not lights for a Christmas tree,
That's dark Long Kesh, son, you'll grow to see,
That Christmas cheer does not mean a thing,
In Magilligan, Armagh or a H-Block wing.

[Verse]
"It is the time for festivities,
For party games and for families,
But many homes, they are sad tonight,
They whisper someone's name by candlelight."

[Chorus]
Those are not lights for a Christmas tree,
That's dark Long Kesh, son, you'll grow to see,
That Christmas cheer does not mean a thing,
In Magilligan, Armagh or a H-Block wing.

[Verse]
"It is the season of good will,
And here in Ireland we believe that still,
I hate no man for his faith or creed,
We only want our sons and our daughters freed."

[Chorus]
Those are not lights for a Christmas tree,
That's dark Long Kesh, son, you'll grow to see,
That Christmas cheer does not mean a thing,
In Magilligan, Armagh or a H-Block wing.

[Verse]
"When you grow up, son, to be a man,
You will inherit a better land,
With peace and joy, let our country ring,
You'll never have to hear your children sing."

[Chorus]
Those are not lights for a Christmas tree,
That's dark Long Kesh, son, you'll grow to see,
That Christmas cheer does not mean a thing,
In Magilligan, Armagh or a H-Block wing,
In Magilligan, Armagh or a H-Block wing.