Ballad of Accounting Lyrics

My old man was a good old man Skilled in the moulding trade In the stinking heat of the iron foundry My old man was made Down on his knees in the moulding sand He wore his trade li...Read Full Lyrics

I found my love where the gaslight falls Dreamed a dream by the old canal Kissed my girl by the factory wall Dirty old town, dirty old town Clouds are drifting across the moon Cat...Read Full Lyrics

The apples ripe upon the bowthe orange on the tree The hands were black that picked the fruitfor you, but not for me Diamonds shining in the rockgleaming white and blue Ten hours ...Read Full Lyrics

I've been over Snowdon, I've slept upon Crowdon I've camped by the Waynestones as well I've sunbathed on Kinder, been burned to a cinder And many more things I can tell My rucksack...Read Full Lyrics

She walks in the cold dark hour before the morning The hour when wounded night begins to bleed Stands at the back of the patient queue The silent almost sweeping queue Seein' no-on...Read Full Lyrics