Christy Moore - Tyrone boys lyrics

Where John Hinde paints in Carribbean colours Tyrone Boys dream of lovin on the strand Where John Hinde paints in Carribbean colours Tyrone Boys dream of lovin on the strand Flowers heaped in gesture on the courthouse steps in Tralee As the law trampled on Joanne's hand Roman posters on the wall of Rathmore graveyard No Divorce is all they say I saw a little sister of mercy Invoke the wrath of god on polling day When the pope came here to meet his people He knelt and kissed the holy ground Diverted from the Gloucester Diamond Where good people had built a holy shrine High above the clouds a promised heaven On the street a confused and homeless child While men in black declare social order Frightened women sail to the other side Far away from The Island where Tyrone Boys dream of lovin on the strand Far away from the Island where the law trambles on Joanna's hand Thatcher sent young squaddies o'er the water Geordie dont be afraid to die In blackened face he dreams of his darlin bairns and hinny On the watchtower overlooking Aughnacloy In Long Kesh young Ulstermen are dreaming Of making love upon the strand some day On the downtown news comes a mid-Atlantic accent Karen Livingstone has been blown away A body slips quietly through the rushes Mountcharles surveys the battlefield The silk clad pompadour who played sun city Hears little of the corpse amongst the reeds The mist comes swirling off the mountain The children have forgotten how to play d**h train sneaks across the island Deadly poisen bound for k**ala Bay All the young ones are leaving the Island Out the door down the steps around the side Unwanted they file through departure lounges Like deportees dispersing far and wide Back home theres cricket in Cloughjordan The gentle clack of croquet on the lawn Our children shackled by illegal status Hold their heads down behind the Brooklyn wall