Paisley
If all the threads that Paisley made were found again one day I'd hang them in the sky with Love to take away the grey Upon the gold I'd write a tale of stories from our past About the folk we´ve lost in time Who moved from us so fast Upon the red I'd write the war and all the men who died I'd write the names of all their wives whose tears they left behind Upon the blackened darker threads A darker history chimes A bygone age of killing folk For witchcraft and false crimes Threads of blue I'd give to schools to teach them peace and Love By leaving parts of history while rainbows hang above Upon the green, the Irish woe migration, war and fear While others pushed the migrants out with hatred causing tears Upon the white I'd ask the kids to write their stories clear To fill the sky with youthful hope as music for our ears Upon this richest tapestry I'd paint a heart and crown To show the world the Love we have In Paisley, our sweet town