Ewan MacColl

I met my love by the gasworks croft
Dreamed and dreamed by the old canal
I kissed my girl by the factory wall
Dirty old town, dirty old town

Clouds are drifting across the moon
Cats are prowling on their beat
Springs a girl from the streets at night
Dirty old town, dirty oId town

I heard a siren from the docks
Saw a train set the night on fire
Smelled the spring on the smoky wind
Dirty old town, dirty old town

I'm going to make me a good sharp axe
Shining steel tempered in the fire
I'II chop you down like an old dead tree
Dirty old town, dirty old town

I met my love by the gasworks croft
Dreamed and dreamed by the old canal
I kissed my girl by the factory wall
Dirty old town, dirty old town

< zurück zur Übersicht