Silvertown Blues - Mark Knopfler

On Silvertown Way, the cranes stand high

Quiet and gray against the still of the sky

They won’t quit and lay down though the action has died

They watch the new game in town on the Blackwall side

From the poisinous drains a vision appears

New circle of cranes, a new reason to be here

A big silver dome rising up into the dawn

Above the church and the homes were all the silver is gone

If I’d a bucket of gold, what would I do

I’d leave the story untold Silvertown blues

Going down Silvertown

Down in Silverdown

Going down Silvertown

Down in Silverdown

A silver dawn steals over the docks

A truck with no weels up on cinderblocks

Men with no dreams around a fire in a drum

Scrap metal schemes are rusted over and done

If I’d a bucket of gold, silver would do

I’d leave the story untold Silvertown blues

Going down Silvertown

Down in Silverdown

Going down Silvertown

Down in Silverdown

When you’re standing on thin and dangerous ice

You can knock and walk in for citizens' advice

They’ll tell you the where you can turn, where you can go There’s nothing they can tell me I don’t already know

If I’d a bucket of gold, silver would do

I’d leave the story untold Silvertown blues

Going down Silvertown

Down in Silverdown

Going down Silvertown

Down in Silverdown

From the Caning Town train I see a billboard high

There’s a big silverplane raising up into the sky

And I can make out the words 'seven flights every day'

Says six of those birds are bound for JFK

If I’d a bucket of gold, silver would do

I’d leave the story untold Silvertown blues

And I’m going down in Silvertown

Down in Silverdown

Going down Silvertown

Down in Silverdown