On the Bridge - Christy Moore

On the Bridge - Christy Moore
There's thirty people on the bridge
And they're standing in the rain
They caught my eye as I passed them by
They tried to explain
Why they were standing there
I did not want to hear
When trouble gets too close to home
My anger turns to fear
With my eyes turned to the ground I moved along
I covered up my ears and I held my tongue
The rain poured down relentlessly upon the picket line
And the empty words fell from my lips
“Your troubles are not mine”
Though the rain it made the colours
Run the message it was plain
Women are being strip searched in Armagh jail
We kneel in adoration before effigies of stone
Our eyes turned to heaven blind to what's going on
Six women hold a naked woman
Pinned down on the floor
Without trial or jury like a prisoner of war
Though the rain it made the colours run
The message it was plain
Women are being strip searched
In Armagh Jail
Though the rain it made the colours run
The message it was plain
Women are being strip searched
In Armagh and Brixton Jail