[Verse 1]
I was born in Derry by the waters of the Foyle
My Daddy was a shoemaker, he sweated and he toiled
Me Mammy was an anchor, I can't list the things she did
You have to be an anchor when you have so many kids
There was Kevin, Gregory, Martin, Lily, Deirdre, Noel, and then
There was Bosco, Pearse and Liam, John and Margaret, Charlotte, Jim
Cold feet hopping to and fro across the lino floor
I was the second youngest and my name is Richard Moore
[Verse 2]
The games we playеd as kids we made up from the things wе saw
Like civil rights protestors being beaten by the law
'One man, one vote' was written by the road and down we went
I read that sign a thousand times not knowing what it meant
My Uncle Gerard left his house wearing his Sunday suit
He died with both his hands held up, his last words were 'don't shoot'
The TV showed the world what we saw outside our front door
It smelled just like and felt just like and looked like a war
[Verse 3]
That day was like another day, we raced out of the school
I ran home with me mates, it was a sunny afternoon
I saw the terraced houses down along the football field
Not thinking they would be the last thing I would ever see
They said that we were hooligans, they said a stone was thrown
But we were just a bunch of kids and we were running home
We passed an army sangar in the shadow of the sun
In the shadow was a soldier and the soldier fired a gun
I was born in Derry by the waters of the Foyle
My Daddy was a shoemaker, he sweated and he toiled
Me Mammy was an anchor, I can't list the things she did
You have to be an anchor when you have so many kids
There was Kevin, Gregory, Martin, Lily, Deirdre, Noel, and then
There was Bosco, Pearse and Liam, John and Margaret, Charlotte, Jim
Cold feet hopping to and fro across the lino floor
I was the second youngest and my name is Richard Moore
[Verse 2]
The games we playеd as kids we made up from the things wе saw
Like civil rights protestors being beaten by the law
'One man, one vote' was written by the road and down we went
I read that sign a thousand times not knowing what it meant
My Uncle Gerard left his house wearing his Sunday suit
He died with both his hands held up, his last words were 'don't shoot'
The TV showed the world what we saw outside our front door
It smelled just like and felt just like and looked like a war
[Verse 3]
That day was like another day, we raced out of the school
I ran home with me mates, it was a sunny afternoon
I saw the terraced houses down along the football field
Not thinking they would be the last thing I would ever see
They said that we were hooligans, they said a stone was thrown
But we were just a bunch of kids and we were running home
We passed an army sangar in the shadow of the sun
In the shadow was a soldier and the soldier fired a gun
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