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Belfast Child 
Medium
by Simple Minds
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When my love to me
meet me down by the tree
for it's sad news I bring
about this old town and all that it's offering
say troubles abound
some day soon they're the old down
one day we'll return here,
when the belfast sings again
Brothers where are you now
as I for you right through the crowd
all my life here I've spent
with my faith in god the church and the government
but there's sadness abound
day they're gonna pull the old town down
One day we'll here,
the child sings again
when the sings again
Some come billy, won't you come on home
come mary, you've so long
the streets are empty, and your mother's gone
the are crying, it's been oh so long
and father's calling, come on home
won't you on home, won't you come on home
Ome back people, you've gone a while
and the war is raging, in the emerald isle
that's flesh and man, that's and blood
all the are crying but all's not lost
The streets are empty, the are cold
won't you come on home, won't you come on home
The are empty
life goes on
One day we'll return here
when the belfast child again
when the belfast again
meet me down by the tree
for it's sad news I bring
about this old town and all that it's offering
say troubles abound
some day soon they're the old down
one day we'll return here,
when the belfast sings again
Brothers where are you now
as I for you right through the crowd
all my life here I've spent
with my faith in god the church and the government
but there's sadness abound
day they're gonna pull the old town down
One day we'll here,
the child sings again
when the sings again
Some come billy, won't you come on home
come mary, you've so long
the streets are empty, and your mother's gone
the are crying, it's been oh so long
and father's calling, come on home
won't you on home, won't you come on home
Ome back people, you've gone a while
and the war is raging, in the emerald isle
that's flesh and man, that's and blood
all the are crying but all's not lost
The streets are empty, the are cold
won't you come on home, won't you come on home
The are empty
life goes on
One day we'll return here
when the belfast child again
when the belfast again
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