Once we were the engine
Of this economy
Now we're just left
To the realms of history
We were just the captors
Of Our indistry
Now just prisoners of our geography
We used to be the workhorse
Britains legacy
Digging coal and building ships
Is where our hearts would be
Folks they traveled miles
In search of employment
Little did they know
It was part of Their deployment
Proud men would stand
Proud as they could be
Wearing Sunday best
This great northeast land
Where men worked hand in hand
Brother worked with brother
Father worked with son
Sky once was so black
From the fires that kept us warm
Men went down the black hole
Kept until the dawn
Mothers and wives a waited
Every single day
Kneeling hoping praying
Their kin would be safe
On the land layed the scares
For 2 hundred years
The sea once was black
From a million tears
Black machines used to stand
Upon the blackened sand
Clear Waters now return
Golden Sand once again
A proud men would stand
Proud as they could be
In their Sunday best
This great northeast land
Where men worked hand in hand
Brother worked with brother
Father worked with son
When disaster struck
Men all out of luck
Hero's of the day
Were their fiends
No time to waste
We'll get them out
To lessen the loss count
Villages and towns grew from the dust
Now they have again
Returned to the rough
Where trains once ran
Nature has began
Children now play
Black sand all washed away
Beaches turned to gold
Story's once told
Air is clean to breath
No one want to leave
If you see it now
Our story
You wouldn't believe
A proud men now stand
Proud as they can be
In their Sunday best
This great north east land
Where men worked hand in hand
Brother worked with brother
Father worked with Son
This great north east land
Where men worked hand in hand
Brother worked with brother
Father worked with son