Working Town 

The kindest people that I ever knew

Came from the countryside to look for work

They brought me here when I was barely two

To council houses and a state run school

 

Sun shines on this working town, oh

Grass grows where the factories stood

Old places closing down

No work in this working town

 

Wheels are turning as the cage goes down

Another bellyful of men for the mine

And from these hilltops that their fathers made

All seems much smaller than I realised

 

Sun shines on this working town, oh

Grass grows where the factories stood

Old faces closing down

No work in this working town

 

Sun shines on this working town, oh

We're resigned to the way things are

No anger

No point anyhow

No work in this working town