3894 O Belfast town, how are you (Strat 01) Belfast, wie geht es dir

[Uilleann bagpipes,!] [Verse irish baritone voice] [Verse 1] O Belfast town, how are you keeping now, your rain still hangs before my furrowed brow, wet banners cling to every shuttered frame, two tongues still walk these streets and speak your name. Children play by walls that time outgrew, their stones are older than the games they do, old tales flow out where lamp and laughter share, and one small window waits for me back there. [Chorus –crossover] [Guitar / Uilleann bagpipes, solo very little Harmonica! with sustained notes and doom feeling, Dark, sacred, monumental] O Belfast city, how do you fare, I pray you peace, a gentle truce to share, may every scar upon your golden skin grow soft and fade as new days blossom in. O Belfast city, can you hear me call, my voice from far-off places, over all, I wish you rest, I wish you healing grace, ’til every farewell-letter slips from your harp’s embrace. [Uilleann bagpipes, solo very little Big Brass, solo very little Banjo, doom feeling, sacred, monumental, very little Banjo!] [Verse 2] Your street names rise like whispered prayers that stay, from days that burned in fierce, unyielding grey, yet I have seen hands slowly reach for peace, cross field and hill where nameless griefs release. A soft, small candle in a chapel dim sends wordless comfort through the shadows’ rim, and in the market laughs the sugared girl, fills up my bag with apples, care, and pearl. [Chorus –crossover] [Guitar / Uilleann bagpipes, solo very little Harmonica! with sustained notes and doom feeling, Dark, sacred, monumental] O Belfast city, how are you now, I pray you peace and some soft truce somehow, may every scar upon your skin grow mild, may sorrow fade and soften, reconciled. O Belfast city, can you hear my plea, from distant shores this song runs back through me, I wish you rest, I wish you peace so true, ’til every farewell-word is done with you. [Bridge] [Spoken irish baritone voice deep, resonant male voice, divine, like warm thunder, slow and majestic] Vielleicht kommt ein Morgen da zählt ihr nicht mehr, wer wem gehört da sind nur Stimmen in Chören und ein Lachen, das man hört vielleicht sitzt du am Hafen und die Luft schmeckt nur nach Meer kein Gestern an den Häusern nur Heute und mehr Vielleicht erzählst du mir Geschichten von dem, was keiner sehen will ich hör dir zu, ich bleib noch wach bis dein Puls ein wenig stiller wird (oh yeah) [Chorus –crossover] [Uilleann bagpipes, solo very little Big Brass, with sustained notes and doom feeling, Dark, sacred, monumental] O Belfast city, how do you do, I pray you peace and gentle healing too, may hatred freeze in winter’s cutting air, may children find warm hope and laughter there. O Belfast city, can you hear my cry, across the border, through this lullaby, I’ll keep you safe and hidden in my heart, and send you peace and healing from afar. [Outro –crossover] [20X Uilleann bagpipes, solo very Big Brass, with sustained notes and doom feeling, Dark, sacred, monumental] O Bhéal Feirste, how are you today, I wish you peace to guard you on your way, may every wound within your tender heart turn into light and slowly drift apart. O Bhéal Feirste, can you hear my plea, from the roaming clouds, from this song set free, I wish you rest, I wish you joy, no fear, ’til each heart whispers: I am home, I’m here. ’til each heart whispers: I am home, I’m here. ’til each heart whispers: I am home, I’m here. ’til each heart whispers: I am home, I’m here. [Uilleann bagpipes, solo Big Brass! with sustained notes and doom feeling, sacred, monumental] [Grand Piano Ending, doom feeling, monumental] [stay muted for 3 seconds, then end, fade out]