There's always a chair no one needs
and there's a door that's no use anymore .
We're looking for some wood ,
it's Bonfire night ,
And time we went knocking the door.
Hey missus do you see that old gate there ,
Well can we take it off your hands ?
The Belfast sky needs lit up tonight ,
And that old gate there could be your mans.
There are flames that leap up from Belfast streets ,
As a strange kind of magic glows .
Burnt toast and charcoaled spuds have a taste of their own ,
why ?
Sure only God know
By Paul McCann
Originally Posted On Site: 2008-04-08 08:19:54
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