The Brandos - The Triangle Fire lyrics

n Nineteen Hundred-Nine, from Donegal's shore I sailed to old New York town In the harbor Lady Liberty stands I don't believe I'll again see Dear Ould Ireland But the promise in these city streets is so grand And it's there I'd wed my dear, sweet la** A bricklayer's spade, my trade to be And she slaved at the Triangle Shirt Factory My God! - the dreadful conditions there They toiled through dim light and stifling air And gruelling hours the seamstress gave To the industrial captains for a trifling wage Though two years pa**ed, we saw no change And I grieved for my love's dark misery Then word ran through the New York streets There's a fire at the Triangle Shirt Factory Twas only moments and the factory surrendered to flame And the fire escapes soon gave way In the windows huddled girls appeard Flames licked at their backs, their faces gripped with fear My God! - don't jump! came the firemen's roar Whose ladders failed to reach the top floors A last, shared glance and final embrace They leaped to their tragic and senseless fate Now I scream at the sky There's got to be a reason why Bewildered and grieved, I'm tangled and mired My love is gone - oh the Triangle Fire The world is so cold, desperate and dire I've lost everything in the Triangle Fire There was no reason, there was no rhyme, and now law To save us from this crime at all The owner's trial did reveal That the girls were locked in - the doors had all been sealed My God! - they've gone free! came our hopeless cry The bossed won with their lawyers and lies The Power and Greed again prevailed And we were left to our sorrow, to our despair I fear the future, I can envision the time When our cityscape will touch the sky Will men of Faith, of Wealth and Power Spare their people a fate like the Triangle Fire? My God! - forgive me! these men will cry In Their final hour as they lay dying And their victim's ghosts close in around God alone may forgive their indifference now