In my memory I will always see,
Oh, the town that 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,
In the town that I loved so well.

In the early morning the shirt factory horn,
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 they walked the dog,
But when times got rough there was just about enough,
But they saw it through without complaining,
For deep inside was a burning pride,
For the town that I loved so well.

There was music there in the Free Derry air,
Like a language that we all could understand,
I remember the day when I earned my first pay,
When I played in a small pickup band,
Where 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 found for me wife,
In the town that I loved so well.

But when I returned how my eyes they had burned
Oh, 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 breeze,
Now the army's installed by the 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 that I loved so well.

Now the music's gone but they still carry on,
For the spirit's been bruised but never broken,
They will not forget still their 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 sure it's lost and gone forever,
I can only pray for a bright brand new day,
In the town that I loved so well.

I say "I can only pray for a bright brand new day,
In the town that I loved so well.".