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Thread #120739   Message #2628992
Posted By: Grampus
11-May-09 - 10:14 AM
Thread Name: Lyr Req: I Remember Morley (Keith Marsden)
Subject: Lyr Add: I REMEMBER MORLEY (Keith Marsden)
Here goes.
Transcribed from the original Cockersdale LP 'Prospect Providence'

I remember Morley when the mills were on the go
And the buzzers sang the chorus through the day
The pay were never lordly, but the gaffer knew yer name
He'd allus listen when you had yer say
But the buzzers wake the sleeping town no longer
The clatter's hushed in every weaving shed
And they're pulling down the mills that used to stand on Morley's hills
It's man made fibers now and shoddy's dead

I remember Morley when we'd little corner shops
I remember all the thousand things they'd sell
Smoked bacon on the slicer, spice in dimpled jars
They had a warm and friendly kind of smell
But the little corner shops will soon have vanished
The supermarket men can 'ardly wait
And God help the old and poor when the small shops are no more
No supermarket ever had a slate

Morley never had much in the way of woods and fields
Where in summer you can tek the kids to play
And most 'a what there was has gone for industrial estates
Or underneath another motorway
So we'll walk no more up Nebshaw Lane to Hudsons
Picking sooty blackberries as we go
And we'll never stroll again, pinching rhubarb down Wide Lane
It's all 'ouses where the rhubarb used to grow

I remember Morley with the church and chapel full
You could hardly get a seat on Sunday night
The preacher promised 'ell fire, till ya trembled in yer pew
And ya prayed unto the Lord in all his might
Now the wind blows through the broken chapel windows
They've torn the pews out where we used to pray
They sell carpets in the naives, they park vans upon the graves
For religion's dead and God has had his day

Though we can't live in the past, the so called good old days
That never were the golden age they seemed
Past times are only good times in an old man's misty eye
Reality was never like the dream
So sit and watch yer colour television
Put aside ideals and dreams of yesteryear
Or grab what you can, forget the brotherhood of man
Jerusalem will not be builded here.

Wonderful song from a wonderful man.!
G.