Pit shaft wheels turn for the last time. In the Rhondda tonight. The Davey lamps that shone so brightly. There's no more need for their light. As the last piece of coal is cut.
See them run. Like characters in paintings. Turners frightening 'scapes. Industrial inside a nation of no escape. There's no escape in my frightened face.
A thousand miles before us. Long is the road. The mountain high. And the valley low. Our love is stronger than we know. . In the tears of a river. I see the wrong.
Well,. There's a young boy standing. Staring at the world. You know he can't control his anger. You can see it in his eyes. He's gonna smash the window.
I was born of nineteen fifty nine. That'll be the day rock'n'roll died. Far away on a dark and stormy night. Brought into the new decade. The sixties and her pearly gates.
The future deserted waiting there for you and me. No past is going to stop us blowing down this road apiece. Why wee come too far, too far to turn back now.
Love can give you everything. Then take it all away. She can take you to the water. She can make you thirst for days. Tell you what you want to hear. In the same breath she can steal.
Memories come flooding back. The bitter pain of disappointment. Of once of having love but now I only feel loss. . I'M LIVING ON A KNIFEDGE. AT THE END OF THE LINE.
I cry my soul to sleep. Somewhere in the starless night. I yearn for safety's keep. Away from hurt outside of time. Oh wherever I run I canæ?° hide. From the knife in the light.
Once you held your finger on the trigger. Now the gun is pointing at your head. Once you reigned supreme. Over all that you could see. Now you walk on the other side of the street.
Love on this wasteland holds no dominion. I refuse to lay me down. On the grapevine comes the saying. "Son, you'll reap whatever you sow". I sow the seeds of my love.
So this is Christmas and what have you done,. Another year over, a new one just begun.. . And so this is Christmas, I hope you have fun,. The near and the dear ones, the old and the young..
Hardland ripped & torn apart. Hard dreams leave scarred. In the lines of my face. The story of faith. Hardland. . I came back. Home to a hardland. Where a man is judged.
A union made in the heavens. Untouched by an outside world. Driven by the needs of lovers. To the beauty of the One unearthed. Sanctify, mystify. A vision of the light.
So this is Christmas and what have you done,. Another year over, a new one just begun.. . And so this is Christmas, I hope you have fun,. The near and the dear ones, the old and the young..
Well the docks lie crippled. In the northem towns. The boys have all gone away. Trying to find work down south. . And mister I walk in the valley of the shadow.
Take this song of freedom. Put it on & arm yourself for the fight. Don't let them blind your eyes now. Or listen to the devil liar. . Feelings growing getting stronger.
People are saying money's falling off the trees. But I don't see nobody here with a piece. Nobody got it, everybody want it. Even people out there begging on the streets.
I'm a man. Torn in two. State and nation. I've got to choose. For on these streets. That I spit upon. There's no money in my pocket. No soles on my shoes.
Mission bells ring out from kingdom hall. A lone voice cries on the hillside. The winds from the north blow the sea to the shore. I walk away in the fateful moonlight.