Lyrics:

We came from the land, from the fields and the hills
To the docks and the shipyards, to the mills and mining towns
Here passed the engines and the men who made them
Their stories are played out
We came from the land to the shores of the seas
To the banks of the rivers but the last boat has sailed now

Seen much better days
Out there in the fields and the valleys on the open hills
Seen much better days
Where the rivers meet the seas, where the brass bands play a final piece
Seen much better days
Seen much better days

Here we lived and died
At the pitheads and the foundries
Old headings underground, all worked out
Smokestacks on the horizon, skeletons of steel on the skyline

Seen much better days
Out there in the fields and the valleys on the open hills
Seen much better days
Where the rivers meet the seas, where the brass bands play a final piece

The power and the glory lost along the way
We were the lads, the men of iron
The fires that lit the sky, the places that we made
Our footprints on the land

And here we stand
Out on the edgelands
One last time
Fading with the twilight