The arches on the right are gleaming
Bring us back to our factory days, to our factory days
It's raining now, and the sea must know it
All mud wash, and rock path, and slow steady steps
The goods are coming in, and the goods are going out
Walking now deep in and carried along, carried along
Could there be a better name than End Street?
Abbey, Bianca, Sergeant, they're all great, they're all great
And the arches on the right are gleaming
The arches on the right are gleaming
And the arches on the right are gleaming
And the arches on the right are gleaming
Oh, could there be a better name than End Street?
Oh, could there be a better name than End Street?
And it's raining now, and the sea must know it
All mud, and rock path, and washed out
Washed out, washed out, washed out, washed out
Walking now deep in and carried along
It's raining now, and the sea must know it
All mud wash, and rock path, and slow steady steps
All mud wash, and rock path, and slow steady steps
It's raining now, and the sea must know it
All mud wash, and rock path, and slow steady steps
And could there be a better name than End Street?
Oh, Abbey, Bianca, they're all good, they all sound great to me
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