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