Ice Cream Van

There's a storm on the horizon

And for that I can't see the sun

For I'll keep a waiting on the pavement

For the ice-cream van to come

Its die hard hate to follow

And I'll not follow that

The marching people running round my head

Running round my head I don't know why

Why can't we see

Straight through the powers that be

Who keep us breaking each others hearts

And keeping us apart, keeping us apart

Destroying the ground where gruesome lays

Sectarianism and the hurtful racist ways

Bring back the glory days

Active citizenship

And pure community

Freedom of faith

There's a storm on the horizon…