Public Service Broadcasting - Every Valley Lyrics

Lyrics Every Valley - Public Service Broadcasting



The sun rose first on the dead and on the sleeping
On the ruins of Victorian ironworks
On the terraced roofs of the miners
On the weekday pubs, and the Sunday chapels
And on the grimy, frowny hills
Every little boy′s ambition in my valley was to become a miner
There was the arrogant strut of the lords of the coal face
One could stand on street corners and look at the posh people pass with hostile eyes
Insulting were these cold looks, because they were the kings of the underworld



Writer(s): J Willgoose Esq


Public Service Broadcasting - Every Valley
Album Every Valley
date of release
07-07-2017




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