From Carlton Road came Mirriam and Jobe Came Mirriam and Jobe Came Mirriam and Jobe From the wide flat fields to the rolling smoke To the rolling smoke To the rolling smoke I made a little home in the family A family, a family As the years went by they led to me Led to me
In good time they had a son called James Who had a son called James, were there no other names?
The first world war and the second one came The second one came The second one came My mother now was a teenage girl She survived the blitz She survived the blitz Though she knew a girl, who knew a girl Who was blown to bits Who was blown to bits (ah, ha)
London you in my blood and You've been there for so long London you in my blood but I feel you going wrong
And so my parents fled the smoke Some ancient feel for green awoke But I look down the railway line Back to the city, that felt like mine Where no one cared, what clothes you wore Or who you loved, what books you bought Where you were born, what God you loved Or so I thought Or so I thought
London you in my blood and You've been there for so long London you in my blood but I feel you going wrong
And though its streets are paved in gold All bought and sold All bought and sold Still the river runs its course Back to its source Back to its source Tyburn Brook and River Fleet And hearts that beat And hearts that beats Blood that flows and hearts that beats And hearts that beats
From Carlton Road came Mirriam and Jobe Came Mirriam and Jobe Came Mirriam and Jobe From the wide flat fields to the rolling smoke To the rolling smoke To the rolling smoke
Compositor: Tracey Anne Thorn ECAD: Obra #18004701 Fonograma #15434898