DARK DAYS (Paul O’Brien)
Dark days in Dublin town
Anyone could be the one
To turn you in
To let you down
Dark days men on the run
From hiding place to safe house
Or darkened shed
Through alley ways
Dark days and friends are few
And brother will you be the one
To turn me in
To let me down
Dark days the strangers gone
But we have learned the ruling trade
Oppression fear
The gun the blade