They used to make them tall

Now there are no shipyards here at all

They used to dig for coal here

They used to scrape and crawl

Now there are no coalfields here at all



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Heart and soul

Heart and soul

It's in the rhythm of a dancer



In all the words that's ever sung

Sweetly from the honest tongue

With music there to melt the snow

Rising from the fiddle bow



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In the milling of the factory steel

In the clicking of the spinning wheel

In all those working years

In a working mans' blood sweat and tears



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It's always in the smile that greets you

When the morning sun it wakes you

In the beauty of her bright blue eyes

Light beauty of the northern skies