Lyrics
Walking down through Canton town
Under the bridge in a hundreds
All going the same, same way
I hear the accents and I start to break
All of us here in a silence deep
Standing still, untimely sleep
There's is an old woman crying on her knees
Under one memory she keeps
There's been many, many before
Many women like Ashling, Arturo and more
And today we mourn them all
And we pray let there be no more