Ribbon Road lyrics

Sons Of Horden

Our project was ‘Disposal - in the Numbered Streets'. It wasn't just the disposal of the colliery housing, it was getting rid of the people who lived there. The strong community of mining families were thrown to the four winds. The waste of much-needed houses and the waste of generations of people is shocking to say the least. The sons of Horden have been driven down by political prejudice and pure neglect - the ruined colliery houses in Horden's Numbered Streets tell the tale - ‘wasted like the Sons of Horden'.

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Sons Of Horden

Running strolling rocking rolling
Bottles smashed and windows broken
Boarded up just like a war zone
Wasted like the Sons of Horden

Bricks and mortar clash together
A coal house in me mam's back yard
Empty now left to the weather
Keep out of sight the night's are hard

1 2 3 the streets are numbered
4 5 6 without a name
7 8 9 I hear the thunder
Thirteen streets to take the blame

Running strolling rocking rolling
Bottles smashed and windows broken
Boarded up just like a war zone

One time every door was open
Children playing, pigeon's floating
Washing lines a good wind blowing
The pit closed down, they all got going

1 2 3 our days are numbered
4 5 6 they have no shame
7 8 9 our lives are plundered
Fourteenth street the last to take

Running strolling rocking rolling
Bottles smashed and windows broken
Boarded up just like a war zone
Wasted like the Sons of Horden

Young and old, the lads of Horden
Left to die or made to pay
Broken-hearted streets of Horden
Prisoners there or moved away

1 2 3 it's all for sale
4 5 6 this bread is stale
7 8 9 and we can't leave it
Thirteen streets to be set free

Running strolling rocking rolling
Bottles smashed and windows broken
Boarded up just like a war zone
Wasted like the Sons of Horden

© Words and Music - Brenda Heslop (Ribbon Road Music)

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