The Streets Of Derry – Cara Dillon – letras

After the morning there comes an eveningAnd after the evening another dayAnd after a false love there comes a true loveI’d have you listen now to what I sayI swear my love is the finest young manAs fair as any the sun shines onBut how to save him, I do not know itFor he has got a sentence to be hungAs he was marching the streets of DerryI own he marched up right manfullyBeing much more like a commanding officerThan a man to die upon the gallows tree\ »What keeps my love so long in comingOh what detains her so long from meOr does she think it a shame or scandalTo see me die upon the gallows tree\ »He looked around and he saw her comingAnd she was dressed all in woollen fineThe weary steed that my love was ridingIt flew more swifftly than the windCome down, come down from that cruel gallowsI’ve got your pardon from the kingAnd I’ll let them see that they dare not hang youAnd I’ll crown my love with a bunch of green