Where John paints in Caribbean colours And Tyrone boys dream of loving on the strand Flowers heaped in gesture on the courthouse steps in Kerry And we trampled on the outstretched hand Roman posters on the wall outside the graveyard No Divorce is all they say I saw a little sister of Mercy Invoke the wrath of God on polling day Oh the Island, where Tyrone boys dream of loving on the strand Oh the Island, where we trampled on the outstretched hand The lady sends squaddies on the water Geordie dont be afraid to die In blackened face he dreams of his darling bairns and hinny On the watchtower overlooking aughnacloy In Long Kesh the Tyrone Boys are dreaming Of making love upon the strand some day On the news came a midAtlantic accent Plastic bullet has taken Julie Livingstone away The King he came to see his people And he took a soldier by the hand Eyes averted from the Gloucester Diamond To comfort those who occupy the land High above the clouds a promised heaven On the street a confused and homeless child While men in black declare a social order Frightened women sail to the other side 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 In the distance theres cricket in Cloughjordan The gentle clack of croquet on the lawn As our children shackled by illegal status Hold their heads down behind the Brooklyn wall
tyrone, strand, island, trampled, outstretched