People Richard Hawley

Well I was born and raised by the river
Slowly it flows through this city of knives
Not too far from the mountain that shivers
Folks work so hard and they stay all their lives

And people in this city call us love
And people in this city call you love

Just as the sparrow sing soft in the morning
The Speedwell lady kisses old Blue John
Why burn and burn and grieve in the forging
From Loxley, Sheaf, Porter, Rivelin and Don

And people in this city call us love
And people in this city call you love

But it's a lonely lonely lonely lonely love
I lost my only only only only love

Twelve hours a day by the furnace and forges
Sands don't shift Lord he wishes he was dead
Crawling home in the cold of the morning
My baby's warm and waiting in bed

And people in this city call us love
And people in this city call you love