The Town I Loved So Well - Phil Coulter
[G] In my memo-[D]-ry I will [C] always [G] see.
The [C] town that [G] I have loved so [D] well
Where our [G] school played [D] ball by the [C]gas-yard [G] wall
And we [C] laughed through the [G] smoke [D] and the [G] smell.
Going [Em] home in the [D] rain running [G] up the dark [C]lane,
Past the jail and [A7] down beside the [D] fountain
Those were [G] happy [D] days in so [C] many many [G] ways,
In the [C] town I [G] loved [D] so [G] well.
In the [G] early [D] morning the [C] shirt factory [G] horn
Called [C] women from [G] Creggan, the Moor and the [D] Bog
While the [G] men on the [D] dole played a [C] mother’s [G] role
Fed the [C] children and [G] then [D] walked the [G] dog
And when [Em] times got [D] rough, there was [G] just about e-[C]-nough
But they saw it through [A7] without com-[D]-plaining
For [G] deep in[D]side was a [C]burning [G] pride,
In the [C] town I [G] loved [D]so [G] well.
There was [G] music [D] there in the [C] Derry [G] air,
Like a [C]language that [G] we could all under-[D]-stand
I [G] remember the [D] day when I [C] earned my first [G] pay,
as I [C] played in a [G] small [D] pickup [G] band
There I [Em] spent my [D] youth and to [G] tell you the [C] truth,
I was sad to leave it [A7] all be [D]-hind me
For I'd [G] learned about [D] life and I'd [C]found a [G] wife,
In the [C] town I [G] loved [D] so [G] well.
But when [G] I re-[D]-turned how my [C] eyes were [G] burned
To [C] see how a [G] town could be brought to it's[D] knees
By the [G] armoured [D] cars and the [C] bombed out [G] bars
And the [C] gas that hangs [G] on to ev-[D]-ery [G] breeze
Now the [Em] army's in-[D]-stalled by that [G] old gas-yard [C]wall
And the damned barbed wire gets [A7] higher [D] and higher
With their [G] tanks and [D] guns, Oh my [C] God, what have they [G] done
To the [C] town I [G] loved [D] so [G] well.
Now the [G] music's [D] gone but they [C]carry [G] on
For their [C] spirit's been [G] bruised, never bro-[D]-ken
Oh, they'll [G] not for-[D]-get still their [C]hearts are [G] set
On to-[C]-morrow and [G] peace [D] once [G] again
Now what's [Em] done is [D] done and what's [G] won is [C]won
And what's lost is lost and [A7] gone for-[D]-ever
I can [G] only [D] pray for a [C] bright brand new [G] day
In the [C] town I [G] loved [D] so [G] well.
(Slowly)
In the [C] town I [G] loved [D] so [G] well.
The Town I Loved So Well [G]Phil Coulter
G In my memo-D-ry I will C always G see. The C town that G I have loved so D well Where our G school played D ball by the Cgas-yard G wall And we C laughed through the G smoke D and the G smell. Going Em home in the D rain running G up the dark Clane, Past the jail and A7 down beside the D fountain Those were G happy D days in so C many many G ways, In the C town I G loved D so G well.
In the G early D morning the C shirt factory G horn Called C women from G Creggan, the Moor and the D Bog While the G men on the D dole played a C mother’s G role Fed the C children and G then D walked the G dog And when Em times got D rough, there was G just about e-C-nough But they saw it through A7 without com-D-plaining For G deep inDside was a Cburning G pride, In the C town I G loved Dso G well.
There was G music D there in the C Derry G air, Like a Clanguage that G we could all under-D-stand I G remember the D day when I C earned my first G pay, as I C played in a G small D pickup G band There I Em spent my D youth and to G tell you the C truth, I was sad to leave it A7 all be D-hind me For I'd G learned about D life and I'd Cfound a G wife, In the C town I G loved D so G well.
But when G I re-D-turned how my C eyes were G burned To C see how a G town could be brought to it'sD knees By the G armoured D cars and the C bombed out G bars And the C gas that hangs G on to ev-D-ery G breeze Now the Em army's in-D-stalled by that G old gas-yard Cwall And the damned barbed wire gets A7 higher D and higher With their G tanks and D guns, Oh my C God, what have they G done To the C town I G loved D so G well.
Now the G music's D gone but they Ccarry G on For their C spirit's been G bruised, never bro-D-ken Oh, they'll G not for-D-get still their Chearts are G set On to-C-morrow and G peace D once G again Now what's Em done is D done and what's G won is Cwon And what's lost is lost and A7 gone for-D-ever I can G only D pray for a C bright brand new G day In the C town I G loved D so G well.