Fog Over Belfast

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GI Rose With The Dawn On A CGray BelfasGt Morning, TChe Fog Wrapped The TerraDces Tight
The GPavements Were Wet, And TheC Church Bells WerGe Warning, But No One WDas Out In GThe Light
The GShops Stayed On Shuttered, TheC Laughter HaGd Fled, TEmhe Children Played Games WithBm No Cheer
I CKnew From The Way That TheG Old WomeEmn Said, That MoDre Broken Hearts WaiGted Here

CHORUS
So, Let The GTears Fall WhereC No One CaGn See, For TEmhe Missing Who Never CBmame In
For The CPhotos That Gather TheirG Dust SileEmntly, For TAmhe Futures We NeveDr Begin
The GDays Carry On But TheC Nights Hold ThGe Sting OfEm A Voice That No LongerBm Replies
And The CWind Through The AlleysG Knows EveEmrything, SoAmme AbsenDces Time Can’Gt Disguise

They GTalked About Ceasefires AndC New StartsG Ahead, But TChe Fear It Still Lived In DThe Walls
Every GMother Kept Vigil BCeside Her ColGd Bed, ListeniDng Close For GThe Call
A GCar Door Would Slam And TheC Breathing WoulGd Cease, TEmhe Prayers Would Rise Up In BmThe Gloom
Then The CMorning Would Find OnlyG Memories AnEmd Peace ThAmat Never QuDite Filled UpG The Room

CHORUS
So, Let The GTears Fall WhereC No One CaGn See, For TEmhe Missing Who Never CBmame In
For The CPhotos That Gather TheirG Dust SileEmntly, For TAmhe Futures We NeverD Begin
The GDays Carry On But TheC Nights Hold ThGe Sting OfEm A Voice That No LongerBm Replies
And The CWind Through The AlleysG Knows EveEmrything, SoAmme AbsenDces Time Can’Gt Disguise

His GCap Hangs There Still On TheC Peg By ThGe Stair;C I Dust It Each Day WithDout Fail
I GSpeak To The Air Like He’sC Standing RighGt There, Telling Stories DOf How HeG Prevailed
They GSay I Should Let The OldC Sorrow SGubside, Find NEmew Joy In The Life I HBmave Got
But I’d SurrCender The World Just ToG Have Him EmBeside, FAmor One Single Hour; That’s All That GI Want
The CRadios Chatter WithD News Of ThEme Peace, TGhe PoliticiBmans Smile FoCr The Lens
But At CHome The Pain Has ItsD Own Kind OEmf Lease, AmIt Lives With Us Still;   My GOld Friend

CHORUS
So, Let The GTears Fall WhereC No One CaGn See, For TEmhe Missing Who Never CBmame In
For The CPhotos That Gather TheirG Dust SileEmntly, For TAmhe Futures We NeveDr Begin
If ToGmorrow Brings Calm To TheseC Troubled OlGd Shores, Let EmIt Honor The Price That BmWas Paid
For The CTrue Tale Of Ireland IsG Held In ThEme Cores Of TAmhe Families
Whose Life Had Been DDimmed; But NotG Slain

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