Her face is wet as she counts the cost of the one she loved and the one she lost,
Oh, that those tears were Heaven bound, would see the grace of God come down.
And when I think of old Belfast, how long can all this conflict last?
But if we weep for that fair town we see the grace of God come down.
I see the signs, I see the pain,
I know that peace could come again,
Look for the smile beyond the frown,
Grace will come to Belfast town.
