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 poisonous drains a vision appears,
A 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 where 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 in Silvertown, down in Silvertown,
Going down in Silvertown, down in Silvertown.
A silver dawn steals over the docks.
A truck with no wheels up on cinderblocks.
Men with no dreams around the fire in a drum.
Scrap metal schemes rusted over and done.
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 Silvertown,
Going down in Silvertown, down in Silvertown.
When you're standing on thin and dangerous ice,
You can knock and walk in for citizens' advice,
They'll tell you where you can turn, where you can go,
There's nothing they can tell me I do not already know.
If I'd a bucket of gold, silver would do,
Leave the story untold - Silvertown blues,
And I'm going down in Silvertown, down in Silvertown,
I'm going down in Silvertown, down in Silvertown.
From the Canning Town train I saw a billboard high,
There's a big silver plane rising up into the sky,
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,
Leave the story untold - Silvertown blues,
And I'm going down in Silvertown, down in Silvertown,
I'm going down in Silvertown, down in Silvertown.
Going down in Silvertown, down in Silvertown,
I'm going down in Silvertown, down in Silvertown.
Down in Silvertown...
Down in Silvertown...
Down in Silvertown...