Stephen, the flagÂ's at half-mast at the stationThereÂ's a cloud hanging over this townThe wind blows apologies; the sun looks ashamedAs it hides out behind PortadownAnd out there are children still raised on old angerWho believe thereÂ's a reason to fightA piece of landÂ's only a piece of landAnd you will not come home tonightStephen, the uniformed visitors came,Unexpectedly, late yesterdayI opened the door to a man and a womanAnd I knew what theyÂ'd come here to sayOh, IÂ've never seen any darkness so deepAs the moment when I clicked off the lightAnd a piece of landÂ's only a piece of landBut you will not come home tonightStephen, the news has been filled with your pictureIt seems the whole world knows your nameAnd would you believe there was Martin McGuinnessOut condemning these bastards to blame?Oh, IÂ've never seen so much orange and greenCome together on a thin strip of whiteStill, a piece of landÂ's only a piece of landAnd you will not come home tonightYes, a piece of landÂ's only a piece of landAnd you will not come home tonight...
