Fireguards On the Windies

FIREGUARDS ON THE WINDIES Growing up in Belfast, through the troubled ravaged years Some days where filled with laughter, others steeped in tears A normal decent childhood, where my life seemed complete Though we had fireguards on the windies and soldiers in the street Bombed out shops and barricades, were a normal sight to see An alternative children’s playground, an exciting place to be There was no health and safety, no risk assessments then Just the local council workers and the vigilante men We played pretendy riots and had shields made out of tin Clauded stones for ages, though no one seemed to win The parks were closed on Sunday, so we couldn’t go and play A bylaw, from a bye gone age, to protect the sabbeth day We collected army badges, and we’d sometimes hold their guns Playing on the scout cars, mother gave them tea and buns A normal Belfast childhood, where life seemed so complete Though we had fireguards on the windies and soldiers in the street