
Date of issue: 31.07.1968
Song language: English
The Immigrant Lad |
And here I sit with a tear in my eye, the waters of Tyne in between you and I And here I sit with a tear in my eye, the waters of Tyne in between you and I As a child I dreamed of her, on the |
far banks of the river |
I knew she could not be reached, for my mind was forever wondering |
Far above his head, as he tried his best to teach me The river was muddy and black, black as the coal she carried |
Impossible to cross, many men had tried |
The old sailor told me, another life is lost |
And here I sit with a tear in my eye, the waters of Tyne in between you and I And here I sit with a tear in my eye, the waters of Tyne in between you and I Black was the colour of my childish dreams, impressions |
that would last |
Black coal, coal black pit yacka’s face, escaping the coal dust blast |
Blind pony stumblin’to the light of day, to retire in the green fields forever |
And I’ll build me a bridge of steel, to beat the black river forever |
I’ll beat that black river forever, I’ll beat that muddy river forever |
And here I sit with a tear in my eye, the waters of Tyne in between you and I And here I sit with a tear in my eye, the waters of Tyne in between you and I I don't know why you geezers come down |
to London all the time, 'cause you look |
so miserable all the time, y’know. |
That’s true, I havna been too happy but what brought us down here was three |
years on the docks and I just come down here for work and for money and get a bit few, few more quid in me pocket. |
Yeah, but coming down to the smoke, mate, you need people to see, |
you’ll need friends, to goin’to see because it’s a hard town down here. |