Christy Moore - Tyrone Boys lyrics
[Christy Moore - Tyrone Boys lyrics]
Where John Hinde paints in Caribbean colours
Tyrone Boys dream of lovin' on the strand
Where John Hinde paints in Caribbean colours
Tyrone Boys dream of lovin' on the strand
Flowers heaped in gesture on the
Courthouse steps in Tralee
As the law trampled on Joanne's hand
Roman posters on the wall
Of Rathmore graveyard
No Divorce is all they say
I saw a little sister of mercy
Invoke the wrath of god on polling day
When the pope came here to meet his people
He knelt and kissed the holy ground
Diverted from the Gloucester Diamond
Where good people had built a holy shrine
High above the clouds a promised heaven
On the street a confused and homeless child
While men in black declare social order
Frightened women sail to the other side
Far away from the Island where Tyrone Boys
Dream of lovin' on the strand
Far away from the Island where the
Law trambles on Joanna's hand
Thatcher sent young squaddies o'er the water
Geordie don't be afraid to die
In blackened face he dreams of
His darlin bairns and hinny
On the watchtower overlooking Aughnacloy
In Long Kesh young Ulstermen are dreaming
Of making love upon the strand some day
On the downtown news comes
A mid-Atlantic accent
Karen Livingstone has been blown away
A body slips quietly through the rushes
Mount Charles surveys the battlefield
The silk clad pompadour who played sun city
Hears little of the corpse amongst the reeds
The mist comes swirling off the mountain
The children have forgotten how to play
Death train sneaks across the island
Deadly poison bound for Killala Bay
All the young ones are leaving the Island
Out the door down the steps around the side
Unwanted they file through departure lounges
Like deportees dispersing far and wide
Back home there's cricket in Cloughjordan
The gentle clack of croquet on the lawn
Our children shackled by illegal status
Hold their heads down behind
The Brooklyn wall
Tyrone Boys dream of lovin' on the strand
Where John Hinde paints in Caribbean colours
Tyrone Boys dream of lovin' on the strand
Flowers heaped in gesture on the
Courthouse steps in Tralee
As the law trampled on Joanne's hand
Roman posters on the wall
Of Rathmore graveyard
No Divorce is all they say
I saw a little sister of mercy
Invoke the wrath of god on polling day
When the pope came here to meet his people
He knelt and kissed the holy ground
Diverted from the Gloucester Diamond
Where good people had built a holy shrine
High above the clouds a promised heaven
On the street a confused and homeless child
While men in black declare social order
Frightened women sail to the other side
Far away from the Island where Tyrone Boys
Dream of lovin' on the strand
Far away from the Island where the
Law trambles on Joanna's hand
Thatcher sent young squaddies o'er the water
Geordie don't be afraid to die
In blackened face he dreams of
His darlin bairns and hinny
On the watchtower overlooking Aughnacloy
In Long Kesh young Ulstermen are dreaming
Of making love upon the strand some day
On the downtown news comes
A mid-Atlantic accent
Karen Livingstone has been blown away
A body slips quietly through the rushes
Mount Charles surveys the battlefield
The silk clad pompadour who played sun city
Hears little of the corpse amongst the reeds
The mist comes swirling off the mountain
The children have forgotten how to play
Death train sneaks across the island
Deadly poison bound for Killala Bay
All the young ones are leaving the Island
Out the door down the steps around the side
Unwanted they file through departure lounges
Like deportees dispersing far and wide
Back home there's cricket in Cloughjordan
The gentle clack of croquet on the lawn
Our children shackled by illegal status
Hold their heads down behind
The Brooklyn wall