Summer soaks in my clothes
Broken hearts, broken bones
I can still see my friends
Playing football end to end
In a Northern town.
In a Northern town.
Going back, I was born
On the landing above the hall
My father on his knees
Somehow delivered me
To a Northern town.
To a Northern town.
Built to last
Built for good
In our arms
Irish blood
Told we're thieves
Lay a-bouts
But we stand taller
when we're counted out
In a Northern town.
In a Northern town.
In a Northern town.
In a Northern town.
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In a Northern town.
In a Northern town.
In a Northern town.
In a Northern town.