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Gmy song for you this evening It's Cnot to mDake you Gsad nor for adding to the sDorrows of this tCroubled northern Gland
but lately I been thinking
and it jCust won't lDeave my Gmind to tell you of two Dfriends one time who were bCoth good friends of Gmine
alan bell from benagh
he lived jCust acrosDs the fiGelds a great man for the Dmusic and the dCancing and the reels Go'malley came from south armagh to cCourt young aDlice fGair and we'd often meet on the rDyan road and lCaughter filled the air
there were CrosGes, CroGses, there were CroGses and the tears of theD people ranC together G
alan he was protestant and sean was catholic born it never made a difference for the friendship it was strong and sometimes in the evening when we heard the sound of the drums we said it won't divide us we will always be the ones for the ground our fathers ploughed in well the soil is just the same and the places where we say our prayers have just got different names we talked about the friends who died and hoped there'd be no more it was little then that we realised the tragedy in store there were roses, roses, there were roses and the tears of the people ran together it was on the sunday morning when the awful news came round another killing has been done just outside newry town we knew that alan danced up there we knew he liked the band when we heard that he was dead we just could not understand we gathered at the graveside on that cold and rainy day and the minister he closed his eyes and he prayed for no revenge and all the ones who knew him from along the ryan road bowed their heads and said a prayer for the resting of his soul there were roses, roses, there were roses and the tears of the people ran together well fear it filled the countryside there was fear in every home when the car of death came prowling round the lonely ryan road a catholic will be killed tonight to even up the score o christ it's young o'malley that they've taken from the door "alan was my friend" he cried he begged them with his fear but centuries of hatred have ears that cannot hear an eye for an eye was all that filled their minds and another eye for another eye till everyone is blind there were roses, roses, there were roses and the tears of the people ran together so my song for you this evening it's not to make you sad nor for adding to the sorrows of this troubled northern land but lately I been thinking and it just won't leave my mind to tell you of two friends one time who were both good friends of mine I don't know where the moral is or where this song should end but I wonder just how many wars are fought between good friends and those that give the orders are not the ones to die it's bell and o'malley and the likes of you and i
there were CrosGes, CroGses, there were CroGses and the tears of the Dpeople ran Ctogether G
there were CrosGes, CroGses, there were CroGses