Birds of Belfast

The field grew wild all that buzzing summer
We dozed a while  woke a little younger
Hung your clothes  waited on the weather
Thorn and rose twine and grow together
When did all the birds of Belfast
Learn to sing your name
When did all those silver ashes breathe into flame
Who are you without your sadness
Who am I without my shame
When did all the birds of Belfast
Learn  sing your name
Which was right  the fight or the surrender
You my light  my solitary mender
Still the sun will rise on every weeper's mourning
Tear stained eyes  pearly light adorning
When did all the birds of
Belfast learn to sing your name
When did all those silver ashes breathe into flame
Who are you without your sadness
Who am I without my shame
When did all the birds of Belfast learn
Who am I to sing a love song
Who are you to do the same
With our weary little hearts
Full of broken little claims
Will they even recognize us
Should I give you a new name
And then all the birds of
Belfast would sing sing sing sing