Hard Road - Seth Lakeman

Round about these sordid streets

Grimy faces and dusty feet

Racked and soiled, the faded air

Another dose for those who dare

The aching sounds of machines asleep

Daylight hours they quietly creep

Steel and iron, spit and choke

Ignite the dreams that you once spoke

Chorus:

It’s a hard road on your own

A hard road and you can’t let go

A hard road on your own

A hard road and you can’t let go

A whistle howls behind tall gates

Shattered glass as the morning breaks

All around you shadows crawl

Clocks and keys divide us all

Spark and spew, the metal flies

The embers rain and flood our pride

Tip the furnace, cast the mould

The end will lie when the money folds

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Our clothes are stained with dust and dirt

As we leave this faded factory church

Through bitter winds and keep-out signs

Pass the gates we walk the line

When you’re old in fields of waste

With leather hands and wrinkled face

The riches found in twilight rain

Will soak the sweat of labour’s pain

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