cover《游京》DJ版
The factory whistle screams, at the break of dawn
No more the gentle cockcrow, on the village lawn
My hands that sowed the wheat fields, now feed the iron beast
In this smoky empire, in the belly of the east
The loom it clangs and rattles, a never- ending song
It steals the light from eyes, and the whole day long
I buy a faded ribbon, from the company store
To remember something beautiful, that Iain't seen no more
Oh, the forge it glows so brightly, in this eternal night
But it stole the stars above us, and it killed the morning light
We're cogs in a giant machine, in this progress they acclaim
But my heart still aches for green fields, and whispers my old name
Thechildren's faces smudged with coal, no time for spinning tops
Replacing sheep on hillsides, in these dark and satanic shops
A man from the Union, speaks in a low voice
Of a future and a choice, that makes our hearts rejoice
The river flows so black now, where we used to swim
Beneath this grimy sunset, our hopes are growing thin
But in thepub's warm chatter, we find a way to stand
We are the hands of England, upon this stolen land
Someday thewhistle's screaming, will fade into the past
Andwe'll reclaim the skyline, that the iron smoke has cast
This weary song of labour, through the generations rings
Remember us by factory fires, and the dream of better things
