Lyrics as follows.

We knew we faced the power that comes from money
when we marched against the empire's mighty schemes.
They were armed with special powers and legislation
while we were armed with youth and foolish dreams.
But it seemed so right in Derry that Sunday
when we took them on and built our barricades.
We were an army dressed in faded jeans and sandals
too young and full of pride to be afraid.
We believed in things like justice, truth and freedom.
We believed we had a right to liberty,
and we believed that we could build a new tomorrow.
That's how it seemed to Peter Pan and me.

We soon learned the truth of street rebellion
as that city crumbled round us stone by stone.
Betrayed by those who promised they would help us
against guns and troops and tanks we stood alone.
Revolution is no game for foolish dreamers,
for dreamers never know the price that must be paid.
We learned that all truth comes from the rifle,
we learned to bleed and die and be afraid.
And soon no-one spoke of justice, truth or freedom
and no-one gave one damn for liberty.
All we hoped was that we might go on surviving.
We grew up fast, young Peter Pan and me.

The empire bought us death and fear and prison.
There's no mercy from that military machine.
So our children swapped their faded jeans and sandals
for hoods and guns with loaded magazines.
Now the years have wrought their cruel retribution
and our brothers and our sisters bear the pain
as both sides search for a military solution
and the politicians play their murderous games.
Among the dead lie justice, truth and freedom,
and among the dead lie hope and liberty.
So if you care enough to mourn brave new tomorrows
pull up a chair, join Peter Pan and me.
^^