The Gravel Pitch

The Gravel Pitch

By Paul McCann

The Gravel Pitch

- By Paul McCann

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Looking back now I see how the years have flown

but I remember that gravel pitch back home .

We learnt how to be agile when we would smile ,

cause we knew happiness only lasts a while .

We grew up fast as the times, we knew, went past

,the troubles came to the wee streets of Belfast .

So we  played games in pitches on broken glass ,

but there was a question, but no one ever asked .

What happened to the gravel pitch where we played ?
It disappeared as innocent blood was shed .

We used to play with the ball tied to our feet ,

when we were young and free , we couldn’t be beat .

We were once safe and sound those days have  gone .
Oh won’t you take me back home where I belong .

I remember all of the things that we did ,
like playing off ground tig when I was a  kid .

We all  found our way together everyday
in all kinds of weather and life was ok .

Out on the gravel pitch we all had some fun

back then in those golden days, when we were young .

On the gravel pitch we tried hard not to fall,

on On gravel pitch we learned to pass the ball .

We played together, as a team born to win

on all weather grounds where we lived and breathed in .

I remember well the passion there again

in my heart and somehow it still felt  the same .

Some friends of mine have been buried in the ground

but there are just as many new friends I’ve  found 

I can still smile as life’s not so bad you see

because forever young we will always be .

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