In my memory I will always see,
The town that I, I have loved so well,
Where our school played ball by the old 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,
Back in the town I did loved so well.

In the early morning the shirt factory horn,
It called women from Creggan, from the Moor and the Bog,
While the man on the dole played a mother's role,
Fed the children and then shot the dog,
And when times got rough there was just about enough,
But we saw it through without complaining,
For deep inside is a burning pride,
For the town I loved so well.

There was music there in the Free Derry air,
Like a language that we could all understand,
I remember the day when I earned my first pay,
As we played in an old republican band,
Where I spent my youth and to tell you the truth,
I was sad to leave it all behind me,
For I learned of life and I found myself wife,
Back in the town I loved so well.

But when I'd returned how my eyes they were burned
Just to see how this town could be brought to its knees,
By these armoured cars and the bombed out bars,
And the gas that hangs on to every breeze,
Now the army it's installed by that old gasyard wall,
And the damned barbed wire gets higher and higher,
With their tanks and guns, oh my God, what have they done,
To the town I loved so well.

Now the music's gone but we still carry on,
Our spirits been bruised never broken,
We'll not forget still our hearts they 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 and brand new day,
For the town I loved so well.