Speak - Janet Devlin, Ian Burdge, Jonathan Quarmby

Oh Danny boy, I thought that we were friends

Oh Danny boy, you’re drinking again

And I’m wearing the red dress, but I’m not asleep

And I never said yes, do you know what that means?

Oh Danny boy, I’m living here in silence

Cause it’s our little secret

It’s our little secret, it’s our little secret

Under the sheet, I shouldn’t keep

I’m not ready to speak

Oh Danny boy, the meadows are in bloom

Oh Danny boy, oh how I trusted you

Now there’s blood on the roses, a broken bouquet

The flowers are dying, they shrivel in shame

Oh Danny boy, I couldn’t tell the truth

Cause it’s our little secret

It’s our little secret, It’s our little secret

Under the sheet, I shouldn’t keep

But you can’t see the bruises

And I’m the one who loses

I cannot speak your name

But I’ve started writing

These words that I’ve been fighting

So no-one has to say

That it’s our little secret

It’s our little secret, it’s our little secret

Under the sheet, I will not keep

Cause I’m ready to speak