Cast your eyes on a spot, dear Lord
It's a spot that's close to Hell
It's a burning, boiling cauldron
Where people, they must dwell
The sun won't shine in my backyard
It's hidden by the wall
The moon and stars just light the night
For the cat the claims the wall
[Chorus]
In Belfast, there are fears of your neighbours and strangers
In Belfast, there are songs to be sung
In Belfast, there are fears of war and of peace
Tell me why, tell me what can be done
[Chorus 2]
The burning church, the bombed out bar
The crying child, the mother's sigh
The butchered fathers, the murdered sons
The burnt out homes, those shameful laws
'Twas the policies of the government
Of England, over centuries to keep
Ireland divided by religions of God
For if ever the Catholics and Protestants united
They'd surely lose Ireland, the jewel in the crown
It's a spot that's close to Hell
It's a burning, boiling cauldron
Where people, they must dwell
The sun won't shine in my backyard
It's hidden by the wall
The moon and stars just light the night
For the cat the claims the wall
[Chorus]
In Belfast, there are fears of your neighbours and strangers
In Belfast, there are songs to be sung
In Belfast, there are fears of war and of peace
Tell me why, tell me what can be done
[Chorus 2]
The burning church, the bombed out bar
The crying child, the mother's sigh
The butchered fathers, the murdered sons
The burnt out homes, those shameful laws
'Twas the policies of the government
Of England, over centuries to keep
Ireland divided by religions of God
For if ever the Catholics and Protestants united
They'd surely lose Ireland, the jewel in the crown
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