When my love said to me, Meet me down by the gallow tree. For it's sad news I bring, About this old town and all that it's offering. Some say troubles abound, Some day soon they're gonna pull the old town down. One day we'll return here, When the Belfast Child sings again
Brothers, sisters, where are you now? As I look for you right through the crowd. All my life here I've spent, With my faith in God the Church and the Government. Some say troubles abound, Some day soon they're gonna pull the old town down.
Come back people, you've been gone a while, And the war is raging, through the Emerald Isle. The streets are empty, the streets are cold. Won't you come on home? Come on home.