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

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

There was music there in the Derry air,
Like a language that we could all understand,
I remember the day when I earned my first pay,
As I played in that 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 of life and I found me wife,
In the town I loved so well.

But when I returned how my eyes were burned
Just to see how the 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 that 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 I loved so well.

Now the music's gone but they still carry on,
For their spirit's been bruised never broken,
No they'll not forget still their hearts 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 brand new day,
In the town I loved so well.