The Stardust Song

St. Valentine's day comes around once a year

All our thought turn to love as the day it draws near

When sweethearts and darlings, husbands and wives

Pledge love and devotion for the rest of their lives

As day turns to evening soon nighttime does fall

Young people preparing for the Valentine's Ball

As the night rings with laughter some people still mourn

The 48 children who never came home

Have we forgotten the suffering and pain

The survivors and victims of the fire in Artane

The mothers and fathers forever to mourn

The 48 children who never came home

Down to the Stardust they all made their way

The bouncers stood back as they lined up to pay

The records are spinning there's dancing as well

Just how the fire started sure no one can tell

In a matter of seconds confusion did reign

The room was in darkness fire exits were chained

The firefighters wept for they could not hide

Their anger and sorrow for those left inside

Have we forgotten the suffering and pain

The survivors and victims of the fire in Artane

The mothers and fathers forever to mourn

The 48 children who never came home

All around the city the bad news it spread

There's a fire in the Stardust there's 48 dead

Hundreds of children are injured and maimed

And all just because the fire exits were chained

Our leaders were shocked, grim statements were made

They shed tears in the graveyard as the bodies were laid

The victims have waited in vain for 4 years

It seems like our leaders shed crocodile tears

Have we forgotten the suffering and pain

The survivors and victims of the fire in Artane

The mothers and fathers forever to mourn

The 48 children who never came home

Half a million was spent on solicitor's fees

A fortune to the owner and his family

It's hard to believe not one penny came

To the working class people who suffered the pain

Days turn to weeks and weeks turn to years

Our laws favour the rich or so it appears

A woman still waits for her lads to come home

Injustice breeds anger and that's what's been done

Have we forgotten the suffering and pain

The survivors and victims of the fire in Artane

The mothers and fathers forever to mourn

The 48 children who never came home