I Rose With The Dawn On A Gray Belfast Morning, The Fog Wrapped The Terraces Tight
The Pavements Were Wet, And The Church Bells Were Warning, But No One Was Out In The Light
The Shops Stayed On Shuttered, The Laughter Had Fled, The Children Played Games With No Cheer
I Knew From The Way That The Old Women Said, That More Broken Hearts Waited Here
CHORUS
So, Let The Tears Fall Where No One Can See, For The Missing Who Never Came In
For The Photos That Gather Their Dust Silently, For The Futures We Never Begin
The Days Carry On But The Nights Hold The Sting Of A Voice That No Longer Replies
And The Wind Through The Alleys Knows Everything, Some Absences Time Can’t Disguise
They Talked About Ceasefires And New Starts Ahead, But The Fear It Still Lived In The Walls
Every Mother Kept Vigil Beside Her Cold Bed, Listening Close For The Call
A Car Door Would Slam And The Breathing Would Cease, The Prayers Would Rise Up In The Gloom
Then The Morning Would Find Only Memories And Peace That Never Quite Filled Up The Room
CHORUS
So, Let The Tears Fall Where No One Can See, For The Missing Who Never Came In
For The Photos That Gather Their Dust Silently, For The Futures We Never Begin
The Days Carry On But The Nights Hold The Sting Of A Voice That No Longer Replies
And The Wind Through The Alleys Knows Everything, Some Absences Time Can’t Disguise
His Cap Hangs There Still On The Peg By The Stair; I Dust It Each Day Without Fail
I Speak To The Air Like He’s Standing Right There, Telling Stories Of How He Prevailed
They Say I Should Let The Old Sorrow Subside, Find New Joy In The Life I Have Got
But I’d Surrender The World Just To Have Him Beside, For One Single Hour; That’s All That I Want
The Radios Chatter With News Of The Peace, The Politicians Smile For The Lens
But At Home The Pain Has Its Own Kind Of Lease, It Lives With Us Still; My Old Friend
CHORUS
So, Let The Tears Fall Where No One Can See, For The Missing Who Never Came In
For The Photos That Gather Their Dust Silently, For The Futures We Never Begin
If Tomorrow Brings Calm To These Troubled Old Shores, Let It Honor The Price That Was Paid
For The True Tale Of Ireland Is Held In The Cores Of The Families
Whose Life Had Been Dimmed; But Not Slain
