A Prisoner’s Christmas The Irish Brigade

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On the motorway, just the other night
Some lights were flickering off to my right
My little son, sitting by my side
Asked, "Are those fairy lights for Christmastide?"

[Chorus]
Those are not lights for a Christmas tree
That's dark Long Kesh, son, you'll grow to see
That Christmas cheer does not mean a thing
In Magilligan, Armagh or a H-Block wing

This is a time for festivities
For party games and for families
But many homes, they are sad tonight
They whisper someone's name by the candlelight

[Chorus]
Those are not lights for a Christmas tree
That's dark Long Kesh, son, you'll grow to see
That Christmas cheer does not mean a thing
In Magilligan, Armagh, or a H-Block wing

It is the season of good will
And here in Ireland we believe that still
I hate no man for his faith or creed;
We only want our sons and our daughters freed