Smoke

From Carlton Road came Mirriam and Joab
 Came Mirriam and Joab
 Came MIrriam and Joab
 From the wide flat fields to the rolling smoke
 to the rolling smoke
 to the rolling smoke
 I made a little home in the family
 a family, a family
 As the years went by they led to me
 led to me
 In good time they had a son called James
 who had a son called James, were there no other names?
 The first world war and the second one came
 the second one came
 the second one came
 My mother now was a teenage girl
 she survived the blitz
 she survived the blitz
 Though she knew a girl, who knew a girl
 Who was blown to bits
 who was blown to bits (ah, ha)
 London you in my blood and
 you've been there for so long
 London you in my blood but
 I feel you going wrong
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 And so my parents fled the smoke
 some ancient feel for green awoke
 But I look down the railway line
 back to the city, that felt like mine
 Where no one cared, what clothes you wore
 Or who you loved, what books you bought
 Where you were born, what God you loved,
 or so I thought
 or so I thought
 London you in my blood and
 you've been there for so long
 London you in my blood but
 I feel you going wrong
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 And though its streets are paved in gold
 all bought and sold
 all bought and sold
 Still the river runs its course
 Back to its source
 back to its source
 Tied and broke and river fleet
 and hearts that beat,
 and hearts that beat
 Blood that flows and hearts that beat
 And hearts that beat...
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 From Carlton Road came Mirriam and Joab
 Came Mirriam and Joab
 Came MIrriam and Joab
 From the wide flat fields to the rolling smoke
 to the rolling smoke
 to the rolling smoke