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A song for you evening, and it's not to make you sad,
Or for adding to the sorrow of a troubled land.
But I've been thinking, and it just won't leave my mind.
I'll tell you now of two good friends. were both good friends of
mine.
Scott from Derry, he lived just across the fields.
A man for the music and the dancing and the reels.
MacDonald from South Armagh to court young Agnes fair.
It was then we'd on Ryan Road, and laughter filled the air.
Now, Isaac, he was Protestant and Sean was born.
But it never made a difference, for their it was strong.
And sometimes in the when we heard the sound of drums,
We said "War divide us, we will always be as one.
For the our fathers plow in, the soil it is the same.
And the places where we say our have just got different
names."
We talked about our friends who'd died, we there'd be no more.
It was then we realized the tragedy in store.
There were roses, roses, there roses.
And the tears of the ran together.
It was on a Sunday morning when the awful came around.
been another killing outside of Caplan town.
We knew that Isaac up there, we knew he liked the band.
We that he was dead, and we just could not understand.
We gathered at his graveside on a and rainy day.
The just closed his eyes, and for no revenge he prayed.
And those of us who knew him along the Ryan Road,
Just bowed our heads and said a for the resting of his soul.
There were roses, roses, were roses.
And the of the people ran together.
Now fear it filled the countryside, and fear every home.
And one night, a car came prowling round the Ryan Road.
A Catholic would be killed to even up the score.
Oh Christ, it's young MacDonald they've taken from the door.
"Isaac was my friend!" he cried, he begged with his fear.
But of hatred have ears that cannot hear.
"An eye for an eye" was all that filled minds.
And another eye for another eye, til is blind.
were roses, roses, there were roses.
And the tears of the ran together.
Now I don't know where the moral is, or how this should end.
But I wonder just how wars are fought between good friends.
And the men who give the orders, well, they're not the who die.
It's Scott and and the likes of you and I.
were roses, roses, there were roses.
And the of the people ran together.