Oh farewell you streets of sorrow. And farewell you streets of pain. I'll not return to feel more sorrow. Nor to see more young men slain. Through the last six years I've lived through terror.
Oh farewell you streets of sorrow. And farewell you streets of pain. I'll not return to feel more sorrow. Nor to see more young men slain. Through the last six years I've lived through terror.
Sit down by the fire. And I'll tell you a story. To send you away to your bed. Of the things you hear creeping. When everyone's sleeping. And you wish you were out here instead.