Down by the Dockyard

Down by the dockyard The water's lie still The big cranes like tombstones surround her Down by the dockyard The water's lie still Dead as the city that bounds her The old woman Wrapped in her long faded shawl In the doorway she waits for tomorrow Once there was laughter Behind her old walls Now just the grey face of sorrow The houses are empty The neighbours all gone The stones are still standing But they're standing alone As the boat bound for Liverpool Sings her song The cobble-stones echo the silence Once she stood proud And she held her head high 'Til hate came to rule her And men told her lies And father fought son never knowing The gun became master And prejudice ruled A home made for madmen A haven for fools Still she's built her own wasteland In her churches and schools Dead as the children she's buried