On the motorway the other night,
some lights were flickering off to my right.
My little son sitting by my side asked
are
those fairy lights for Christmas tide.
Chorus
Those are not lights for a Christmas tree,
that's dark
Long Kesh son you'll grow to see.
That Christmas cheer does not mean a thing
in Magilligan, Armagh or a H-Block wing.
This
is a time for festivities,
for party games and families,
but many homes they are sad tonight
They whisper someone's
name by the candle light.
Those are not lights for a Christmas tree,
that's dark Long Kesh son you'll grow to
see.
That Christmas cheer does not mean a thing
in Magilligan, Armagh or a H-Block wing.
It is the season
of goodwill,
and here in Ireland we believe that still.
I hate no man for his faith or creed,
we only want our
sons and our daughters free.
Those are not lights for a Christmas tree,
that's dark Long Kesh son you'll grow
to see.
That Christmas cheer does not mean a thing
in Magilligan, Armagh or a H-Block wing.
When you grow
up son to be a man,
you will inherit a better land,
with peace and joy, let our country ring.
You'll never have
to hear your children sing.
Those are not lights for a Christmas tree,
that's dark Long Kesh son you'll grow
to see.
That Christmas cheer does not mean a thing
in Magilligan, Armagh or a H-Block wing.
