| Walking on cobbled stones, little bits of skin and bone
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| Jumping on a tram car for a ride
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| I can remember when, I was a just a boy of ten
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| Hanging around the old Quayside
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| Now all the capstans and the cargo boats
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| And Stevadores are gone
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| To where all the old ships go
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| But memories, just like the sea live on
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| 'Cause that was when coal was King
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| The river was a living thing
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| And I was just a boy but it was mine
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| The coaly Tyne
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| This was a big river
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| I want you all to know
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| That I was proud
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| This was a big river
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| But that was long ago
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| That’s not now, that’s not now
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| My father was working man
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| He earned our living with his hands
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| He had to cross the river every day
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| He picked up his Union card, out of the Neptune yard
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| Mouths to feed and bills to pay
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| There came a time for him to sail across the sea and far away
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| And finally when the war was won
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| They brought him home and home he stayed
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| And when his days were done
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| Under a golden sun
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| They took him back to where he longed to be
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| Back to the sea
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| This was a big river
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| I want you all to know
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| That I was proud
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| This was a big river
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| But that was long ago
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| That’s not now, that’s not now
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| The Neptune was the last to go
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| I heard it on the radio
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| And then they played the latest number one
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| But what do they do all day
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| And what are they supposed to say
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| What does a father tell his son?
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| If you believe that there’s a bond between our future and our past
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| Try to hold on to what we have
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| We build them strong, we built to last
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| 'Cause this is a mighty town
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| Build upon solid ground
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| And everything they’ve tried so hard to kill
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| We will rebuild
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| This is a big river
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| I want you all to know I’m so very proud
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| This is a big river
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| But that was long ago
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| That’s not now
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| This is a big, big river
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| And in my heart I know it will rise again
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| The river will rise again |