Stephen, the flags at half-mast at the station Theres a cloud hanging over this town The wind blows apologies; the sun looks ashamed As it hides out behind Portadown And out there are children still raised on old anger Who believe theres a reason to fight A piece of lands only a piece of land And you will not come home tonight Stephen, the uniformed visitors came, Unexpectedly, late yesterday I opened the door to a man and a woman And I knew what theyd come here to say Oh, Ive never seen any darkness so deep As the moment when I clicked off the light And a piece of lands only a piece of land But you will not come home tonight Stephen, the news has been filled with your picture It seems the whole world knows your name And would you believe there was Martin McGuinness Out condemning these bastards to blame? Oh, Ive never seen so much orange and green Come together on a thin strip of white Still, a piece of lands only a piece of land And you will not come home tonight Yes, a piece of lands only a piece of land And you will not come home tonight...