Every Valley
๐ต 484 characters
โฑ๏ธ 4:42 duration
๐ ID: 1632129
๐ Lyrics
The sun rose first on the dead and on the sleeping
On the ruins of Victorian ironworks
On the terraced roofs of the miners
On the weekday pubs, and the Sunday chapels
And on the grimy, frowny hills
Every little boy's ambition in my valley was to become a miner
There was the arrogant strut of the lords of the coal face
One could stand on street corners and look at the posh people pass with hostile eyes
Insulting were these cold looks, because they were the kings of the underworld
On the ruins of Victorian ironworks
On the terraced roofs of the miners
On the weekday pubs, and the Sunday chapels
And on the grimy, frowny hills
Every little boy's ambition in my valley was to become a miner
There was the arrogant strut of the lords of the coal face
One could stand on street corners and look at the posh people pass with hostile eyes
Insulting were these cold looks, because they were the kings of the underworld
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:43.13] The sun rose first on the dead and on the sleeping
[00:46.95]
[00:50.11] On the ruins of Victorian ironworks
[00:53.84]
[00:57.74] On the terraced roofs of the miners
[01:01.46]
[01:04.48] On the weekday pubs, and the Sunday chapels
[01:08.21] And on the grimy, frowny hills
[01:12.31]
[01:51.98] Every little boy's ambition in my valley was to become a miner
[01:57.08] There was the arrogant strut of the lords of the coal face
[02:01.65] One could stand on street corners and look at the posh people pass with hostile eyes
[02:06.64] Insulting were these cold looks, because they were the kings of the underworld
[02:12.65]
[00:46.95]
[00:50.11] On the ruins of Victorian ironworks
[00:53.84]
[00:57.74] On the terraced roofs of the miners
[01:01.46]
[01:04.48] On the weekday pubs, and the Sunday chapels
[01:08.21] And on the grimy, frowny hills
[01:12.31]
[01:51.98] Every little boy's ambition in my valley was to become a miner
[01:57.08] There was the arrogant strut of the lords of the coal face
[02:01.65] One could stand on street corners and look at the posh people pass with hostile eyes
[02:06.64] Insulting were these cold looks, because they were the kings of the underworld
[02:12.65]