Young and foolish, I summoned up the courage,
To ask a fair lady of Derry to be mine.
I did not expect my love to be requited,
But the answer she gave me was met with my delight.

And I took her to the Derry Walls, and at the Derry Walls, she declared her love for me.
We shared a moment at the Derry Walls, and then at the Derry Walls, my love and I would meet.

Each waking hour became one that I could treasure;
My life took on a purpose that I had never known.
We’d gaze upon an array of neon lights,
Witness scenes of bloodshed in troubled streets below.

And we’d take shelter upon the Derry Walls, upon the Derry Walls, beneath the face of the moon.
And we’d go walking upon the Derry Walls, upon the Derry Walls in delirium.

How grateful I was for times of such perfection,
The future I ignored in my naivety.
I missed our spark slowly fading to a flicker,
Whilst in conversations we’d seldom agree.

And we’d argue upon the Derry Walls, upon the Derry Walls I’d face her piercing screams.
And I’d plead with her upon the Derry Walls, upon the Derry Walls, to remain with me.

But fortune it seems doesn’t always favour the brave,
For a while in her eyes I could see our demise was imminent.
I looked in her heart and did not see my image,
It was time for another to feel her loveliness.

And she took me to the Derry Walls, and at the Derry Walls she bid farewell to me.
And she left me at the Derry Walls, at the Derry Walls dreaming of her mystery.
And she left me at the Derry Walls, now at the Derry Walls there’s nothing left for me.