My song for you this evening
Is not to make you sad
Nor for adding to the sorrows

Of this troubled northern land
But lately I've been thinking
And it just wont leave my mind

I'll tell you about two friends one time
Who were both good friends of mine


Isaac he was Protestant
And Sean was Catholic born
But it never made a difference

For the friendship it was strong
And sometimes in the evening
When they heard the sound of drums

They said they wont divide us
We will always be as one


There were roses, roses
There were roses
And the tears of a people ran together


It was on a Sunday morning
When the awful news came round

Another killing had been done
Just outside Newry Town
We knew that Isaac danced up there

We knew he liked the band
But when we heard that he was dead
We just could not understand


Now fear it filled the countryside
There was fear in every home

When late at night a car came
Prowling round the Ryan Road
A Catholic would be killed tonight

To even up the score
Oh Christ, it's young MacDonald
They have taken from the door


There were roses, roses
There were roses

And the tears of a people ran together

Isaac was my friend he cried

He begged them with his tears
But centuries of hatred
Have ears that do not hear

An eye for an eye
That was all that filled their minds
And another eye for another eye

Till everyone was blind

Now I don't know where the moral is

Or where the song should end
But I wonder just how many wars
Are fought between good friends

And those who give the orders
Are not the ones to die
It's Scott and young MacDonald

And the likes of you and I

There were roses, roses

There were roses
And the tears of a people ran together