ANDYTOWN GIRL
Christy Moore

I can see the image of your face
But I cannot hear your voice
Although your lips are moving
I can see your lips are moving

I can see that you are laughing
But I cannot hear your voice
Although your eyes are sparkling
I can see your eyes are sparkling

You are playing in the sand
But I cannot hear your voice
Now I see you dancing
I can see your Irish dancing

From behind those prison walls
I could not hear your voice
But when you told me you were dreaming
I could tell what you were dreaming

I saw how you were taken
But I could not hear your voice
I know you weren't complaining
You were not one for complaining

I saw your hands joined in communion
But I could not hear your voice
I know you took a beating
But you were never beaten


CHRISTY'S COMMENT
Mairéad Farrell wrote me many years ago asking would I consider writing a song about the struggle in Armagh Prison. (I subsequently wrote "On The Bridge".) The above is an early draft of a song I wrote after Mairéad was executed in Gibraltar. I never got to sing it. Terry O'Neill subsequently performed a version of the song with music from Brian Moore. (For the record there is a very fine song written by Marguerita D'Arcy called "Armagh Women". A rough recording can be heard on tk13 of the Lilac Disc of the Box Set from a few years back. There are plenty of them out there.)