Oh how swallow is to hunger
As a pigeon to my Trafalgar
In them young boys eyes she´d seen
The kind of men they could have been

Home is far from here
You see they are from the other side of the horizon
Where a lad stands a slim chance
Even if they knew
They´ve made all the right choices

And so could you imagine it
how it feels to be a mother in this
part of borough of never ending field

Edmonton
Edmonton
Will we change (x2)

From time to time i ponder
but this so called reason for pondering
ponders no end

And Boris promised a sweet plan so
we gave him a second chance
He said stand and be headstrong
Black gigantic livingstones

Oh how whispering is to falling short
As anger to the shutting of a door
John 11: 35 Jesus wept and wept and wept
Cause ain´t nobody getting up from their sleep
Saying how about we start a new thread

I ain´t talkin about revolution
just a simple hello friend will do
ain´t much of a duty in this part borough
of never ending field

Edmonton
Edmonton

Will we change (x2)

I aint talking about a revolution
just a simple hello friend, will do
aint much of a duty in all parts boroughs
of never ending feuds