It’s so quiet in the ruins walking though the old town
Stones crumbling under my feet I see smoke for miles around
Oh it’s enough to make you weep, all that remains of the main street
Up in the park on Sunday, dogs chasing and the children played
Old man with his head down, can’t see nothing more around…no
But he remembers how it used to be, back in the old days,
So nice to see you coming back in this town again
It’s nice to see a friendly face come peeping through having tea
In the afternoon, so nice to see you coming back in this town again…
Ah but it’s all changed winter turned on a man
Came down on day when no-one was looking and it
Stole away the land, people running scared, losing hands
Dodging shadows of falling sand, buildings standing like empty shells
And nobody…helping no-one else
Young child with his hands high, ain’t able to see no reason why…no
But he remembers how it used to be, back in the old days,
So nice to see you coming back in this town again