Too long in trouble, I wish it would end.
Could we live side by side, could we be friends?
We're not all the same, I know this is true.
But I am just me, and you are just you.
We tell our own lives, we live all thus.
The old dreams don't die, the memories last.
But to die for a dream, is such a tragic romance.
Prejudice and pride, a dangerous dance.
Oh hear the pipes playing, take up your stance.
And our children will pay for our dangerous dance.
And the best part of reason, gets lost in time.
Not just off old books, it's still in our eyes.
And there's beauty in old books, when there's truth on the page.
And when we're all gone, what will the books say?
Oh hear the pipes playing, take up your stance.
And our children will pay for our dangerous dance.
Oh hear the pipes playing, take up your stance.
And our children will pay for our dangerous dance.
Writer(s): Peter O'hanlon
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