The kindest people that I ever knew Came from the countryside to look for work They brought me here when I was barely two To council houses and a state run school Sun shines on this working town, oh Grass grows where the factories stood Old places closing down No work in this working town Wheels are turning as the cage goes down Another bellyful of men for the mine And from these hilltops that their fathers made All seems much smaller than I realised Sun shines on this working town, oh Grass grows where the factories stood Old faces closing down No work in this working town Sun shines on this working town, oh We're resigned to the way things are No anger No point anyhow No work in this working town