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(hummmm) Walking down by the Lagan in the evening light
Past the old shipyard where the cranes still stand
Memories of laughter in the Crown on a Friday night
Rain on cobbled streets that felt like home Oh
Belfast I miss you more than words can say
Your hills and your rivers and your skies of grey
Every corner holds a story
I can't forget
Belfast calling me home again
Botanic gardens where we sat and talked for hours
Cave Hill watching over the city below
Sessions in pubs with fiddles and old tunes
Friends around tables where the craic would flow
Oh Belfast I miss you more than words can say
Your hills and your rivers and your skies of grey
Every corner holds a story
I can't forget
Belfast calling me home again Time moves on but the heart stays
behind
In the places and faces I left
far away (hummmm)