Smoke - Tracey Thorn

From Carlton Road came Mirriam and Joab

Came Mirriam and Joab

Came MIrriam and Joab

From the wide flat fields to the rolling smoke

To the rolling smoke

To the rolling smoke

I made a little home in the family

A family, a family

As the years went by they led to me

Led to me

In good time they had a son called James

Who had a son called James, were there no other names?

The first world war and the second one came

The second one came

The second one came

My mother now was a teenage girl

She survived the blitz

She survived the blitz

Though she knew a girl, who knew a girl

Who was blown to bits

Who was blown to bits (ah, ha)

London you in my blood and

You’ve been there for so long

London you in my blood but

I feel you going wrong

And so my parents fled the smoke

Some ancient feel for green awoke

But I look down the railway line

Back to the city, that felt like mine

Where no one cared, what clothes you wore

Or who you loved, what books you bought

Where you were born, what God you loved

Or so I thought

Or so I thought

London you in my blood and

You’ve been there for so long

London you in my blood but

I feel you going wrong

And though its streets are paved in gold

All bought and sold

All bought and sold

Still the river runs its course

Back to its source

Back to its source

Tied and broke and river fleet

And hearts that beat

And hearts that beats

Blood that flows and hearts that beats

And hearts that beats

From Carlton Road came Mirriam and Joab

Came Mirriam and Joab

Came MIrriam and Joab

From the wide flat fields to the rolling smoke

To the rolling smoke

To the rolling smoke