Tattered tokens tipped to telegraph poles
Ragged, broken, bathed in halogen glow
Fallen heroes on the cable wall
My mother's father drove the cranes those boats were built on
This is my city, tied to the rigging of the past
Heads are still spinning, some wanna let go, others hold fast
Constant reminder, every street lamp is a must
So why don't we all just sail away, Belfast?
Built a graveyard over
Sail away,
over time
Shut the rudder, diamond pots barred down
Song and laughter fill the nights but not
Only ghosts of notes spill light across the water
This is my city, tied to the rigging of the past
My mother's father drove the cranes those boats were built on

Heads are still spinning, some wanna let go, others hold fast
Constant reminder, every street lamp is a must
Why don't we all just sail away, Belfast?
Come all ye sinners
Give it up
Your free night
Stop giving up
And breathe out
Children born after the violence
Children born after the violence
Children born after the violence
Upon the shoulders of the giants
Where the lagging leaves the island
We'll grow in homes with colored bones
And we all know they'll listen
Home of playwrights, poets, painters, kings
Beautiful, forgotten, buried
Things in the entries done
The echoes ring
Tomorrow who could know
What words they'll remember
This is my city
This is my city
This is my city
This is my
Belfast