A Stone's Throw
Tommy Sands - © Elm Grove Music
Often people ask why there was trouble in Northern Ireland. One could just as validly ask “How could there not have been trouble?” We lived within a stone’s throw of each other but we went to different schools, we learned different histories and we played different games. We didn’t know each other.
If people know each other before a row starts it’s much easier to resolve it. There are now more mixed and integrated schools. Unlike me, my daughter Moya went to a mixed school. During the highly charged marching season a few years ago in a local divided village her Catholic friends urged her to leave quickly before the Orange band arrived on the street or else they could be in trouble. It was too late. The band suddenly appeared but instead of aggression many were waving to her with a smile. They had been in the same class together. Everything was different.
I was only three years old and you were nearly five
And so we grew together a stone's throw from each other
They marched in two directions when the holidays would come
And I was barely seven years and you were nearly nine
I see you on the other side you lead an angry band