David Ford Follow

Stephen the flags are half mast at the station
There's a cloud hanging over this town
The wind blows apology the sun looks ashamed
As he hides out behind Portadown

And out there are children still raised on old anger
To believe there's a reason to fight
But a piece of land's only a piece of land
And you will not come home tonight

Stephen the uniform visitors
Unexpectedly late yesterday
I opened the door to a man and a woman
Oh I knew what they'd come here to say

I've never seen any darkness so deep
As the moment when I clicked off the light
A piece of land's only a piece of land
And you will not come home tonight

Oh...
Oh...

Stephen the paper's been filled with your picture
It seems the whole world knows your name
And would you believe there was Martin McGuinness
Out condemning these bastards to blame

Oh I've never seen so much orange and green
Come together on a thin strip of white
Still a piece of land's only a piece of land
And you will not come home tonight
A piece of land's only a piece of land
And you will not come home tonight