Belfast Autumn Streets

(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)