THE LAST HOUSE ON OUR STREET
—Colum Sands

The last house on our street is the one that we are living in.
(Throw the ball against the wall and back to me.)
All the other windows have concrete curtains in.
(Open up your eyes and tell me what you see.)

The flowers in our garden are made of bricks and broken glass.
(Throw the ball against the wall and back to me.)
And 'round the back we're growing an outside toilet.
(Open up your eyes and tell me what you see.)

Wee Albert Mooney was blinded by a petrol bomb.
(Throw the ball against the wall and back to me.)
The bombers said, "We're sorry; it must have been an accident."
(Open up your eyes and tell me what you see.)

A big rubber bullet killed little Jimmy Morrisey.
(Throw the ball against the wall and back to me.)
A policeman fired it — it must have been an accident.
(Open up your eyes and tell me what you see.)

Now, God made the world, and Belfast is a part of it.
(Throw the ball against the wall and back to me.)
But sometimes I wonder if Belfast was an accident.
(Open up your eyes and tell me what you see.)

There's a wall, so there is, between us and them, there is.
(Throw the ball against the wall and back to me.)
Can anybody tell me that you no hand in building it?
(Open up your eyes and tell me what you see.)

But the eyes of the world have concrete curtains.
(Throw the ball against the wall and back to me.)
Would you tear down the wall, would you open up the windows?
(Would you open up your eyes and tell me what you see?)

(Repeat 1st verse)

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Sarah