| Song | Belfast |
| Artist | Elton John |
| Album | Made In England |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Lyrics:Bernie Taupin Music:Elton John | |
| Deep inside my soul fights a war | |
| I can't explain, I can't cross over any more | |
| All I see are dirty faces | |
| Rain and wire, and common sense in pieces | |
| But I try to see through Irish eyes | |
| Belfast | |
| Look outside, summer's lost and gone | |
| It's a long walk on a street of right and wrong | |
| In every inch of sadness | |
| Rocks and tanks go hand in hand with madness | |
| But I never saw a braver place | |
| Belfast | |
| And it's sad when they sing, and hollow ears listen | |
| Of smoking black roses, on the streets of Belfast | |
| And so say your lovers from under the flowers | |
| Every foot of this world needs an inch of Belfast | |
| Who's to say on whom heaven smiles | |
| Our different ways we try hard to recognise | |
| No more enchanted evenings | |
| The pubs are closed and all the ghosts are leaving | |
| But you'll never let them shut you down | |
| Belfast | |
| The enemy is not at home | |
| A jealous green streaks down this faulty diamond | |
| No bloody boots or crucifix | |
| Can ever hope to split this emerald island | |
| But I never saw a braver face | |
| Belfast |
| Lyrics: Bernie Taupin Music: Elton John | |
| Deep inside my soul fights a war | |
| I can' t explain, I can' t cross over any more | |
| All I see are dirty faces | |
| Rain and wire, and common sense in pieces | |
| But I try to see through Irish eyes | |
| Belfast | |
| Look outside, summer' s lost and gone | |
| It' s a long walk on a street of right and wrong | |
| In every inch of sadness | |
| Rocks and tanks go hand in hand with madness | |
| But I never saw a braver place | |
| Belfast | |
| And it' s sad when they sing, and hollow ears listen | |
| Of smoking black roses, on the streets of Belfast | |
| And so say your lovers from under the flowers | |
| Every foot of this world needs an inch of Belfast | |
| Who' s to say on whom heaven smiles | |
| Our different ways we try hard to recognise | |
| No more enchanted evenings | |
| The pubs are closed and all the ghosts are leaving | |
| But you' ll never let them shut you down | |
| Belfast | |
| The enemy is not at home | |
| A jealous green streaks down this faulty diamond | |
| No bloody boots or crucifix | |
| Can ever hope to split this emerald island | |
| But I never saw a braver face | |
| Belfast |
| Lyrics: Bernie Taupin Music: Elton John | |
| Deep inside my soul fights a war | |
| I can' t explain, I can' t cross over any more | |
| All I see are dirty faces | |
| Rain and wire, and common sense in pieces | |
| But I try to see through Irish eyes | |
| Belfast | |
| Look outside, summer' s lost and gone | |
| It' s a long walk on a street of right and wrong | |
| In every inch of sadness | |
| Rocks and tanks go hand in hand with madness | |
| But I never saw a braver place | |
| Belfast | |
| And it' s sad when they sing, and hollow ears listen | |
| Of smoking black roses, on the streets of Belfast | |
| And so say your lovers from under the flowers | |
| Every foot of this world needs an inch of Belfast | |
| Who' s to say on whom heaven smiles | |
| Our different ways we try hard to recognise | |
| No more enchanted evenings | |
| The pubs are closed and all the ghosts are leaving | |
| But you' ll never let them shut you down | |
| Belfast | |
| The enemy is not at home | |
| A jealous green streaks down this faulty diamond | |
| No bloody boots or crucifix | |
| Can ever hope to split this emerald island | |
| But I never saw a braver face | |
| Belfast |