Lyrics:

From Carleton Rode came Miriam and Job
Came Miriam and Job, came Miriam and Job
From the wide flat fields to the rolling smoke
To the rolling smoke, to the rolling smoke
I made a little home and a 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

London you're in my blood
And you've been there for so long
London you're in my blood
But I feel you going wrong

And so my parents fled the smoke
Some ancient feel for green awoke
But I looked 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're in my blood
And you've been there for so long
London you're in my blood
But I feel you going wrong

And oh the streets are paved with 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 beat
Blood that flows and hearts that beat
And hearts that beat

From Carleton Rode came Miriam and Job
Came Miriam and Job, came Miriam and Job
From the wide flat fields to the rolling smoke
To the rolling smoke, to the rolling smoke