The Ancoats Dream
Jim Noir
Looking out through this window
I see the burnt out wreckage on cold street
No more lorry on my stickmen
Only boarded up houses
The memories of better days
Better days
The light has faded
Now the people got them
Living the in the tower blocks
I’m sitting in the history
And the bricks still sound
Like a mirror that was good to me
And you and me
Where did all the gardeners go
From the scene of the crime
It was such a long time ago
Ago
The light has faded
Now the pеople got them
Living the in thе tower blocks
I’m sitting in the history
And the bricks still sound
Like a mirror that was good to me
And you and me
Where did all the gardeners go
From the scene of the crime
It was such a long time ago
Ago