The Irish Brigade - A Prisoner's Christmas
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On the motorway, just the other night
Some lights were flickering off to my right
My little son, sitting by my side
Asked, "Are those fairy
Lights for Christmastide?"

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 for families
But many homes, they are sad tonight
They whisper someone's name
By the candlelight

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 good will
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 freed

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

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