cast your eyes on a spot dear lord it s a spot that s close to hell it s a burning boiling cauldron where people they must dwell the sun won t shine in my backyard it s hidden by the wall the moon and stars just light the night for the cat the claims the wall in belfast there are fears of your neighbours and strangers in belfast there are songs to be sung in belfast there are fears of war and of peace tell me why tell me what can be done the burning church the bombed out bar the crying child the mother s sigh the butchered fathers the murdered sons the burnt out homes those shameful laws twas the policies of the government of england over centuries to keep ireland divided by religions of god for if ever the catholics and protestants united they d surely lose ireland the jewel in the crown the streets are dark and empty no friendly face abounds the soldiers with their blackened face go prowling through the grounds the spiral reaches breaking point the bard has played his tune the night owl hides his eerie face with the fading of the moon in belfast there are fears of your neighbours and strangers in belfast there are songs to be sung in belfast there are fears of war and of peace tell me why tell me what can be done  the burning church the bombed out bar the crying child on their way to school the butchered fathers the murdered sons the burnt out homes those shameful laws twas the policies of the government of england over centuries to keep ireland divided by religions of god for if ever the catholics and protestants united they d surely lose ireland the jewel in the crown