CITY OF TEARS

City of tears, my Belfast today –

City of tears, ‘neath dark clouds of grey –

And the place that was merry , now so sad appears –

O the streets are lamenting – in the city of tears.

Where are the children who played in the street –

Where are the young girls with young men to meet –

And where are the kind hearts I knew down the years –

Are they all lost forever – in the city of tears?

No spring leaves are budding when autumn is nigh –

No summer flowers blooming when winter is high –

And never are soft words heard in war’s ears –

O only the graves grow -- in the city of tears.

City of tears, my Belfast today –

City of tears – ‘neath dark clouds of grey –

And the place that was merry, now so sad appears –

O the streets are lamenting – in the city of tears.

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