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 the cinderblocks Men with no dreams around a 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 don´t already know
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
From the Canning Town train I see a billboard high There´s a big silver plane rising 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 Silvertown Going down in Silvertown Down in Silvertown