The town I Loved so Well

Phil Coulter

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(Déchiffrage d'après un concert ancien, contemporain de la version originale) Intro :|        | 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 morning the shirt-factory horn Called women from Creggan, the Moor, and the Bog While the man on the dole played the mother's role Fed the children and then trained the dogs. And when times got tough there was just about enough But they 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 all could understand I remember the day that I earned my first pay When I played in the small pick-up band. There I spent my youth and to tell you the truth I was sad to leave it all behind me For I'd learned about life and I found a wife In the town I loved so well. Instrumental : But when I returned how my eyes have burned To see how a town could be brought to its knees By the armored 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 In the town I loved  so well ? (Modulation en :) Now the music's gone,    but they carry on For their spirit's been bruised never bro-o-ken They will not forget, but their hearts are set On tomorrow and peace  once again.    (Retour en :) 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.      

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