Shaletown Lyrics - Singles - And Also The Trees

On the blue-green rising, falling tide 

Breathing in the pebbles 

Sighing out the salt breeze 

Chaff is blowing from the stubble fields 

Leaving the dried earth land it threads the gate 

Tunnel hedges 

Old man's beard 

Sticking to the wild plums 

Old man's beard 

And follows the pot-holed tracks 

That lead to Shaletown 

The ox-man's soul forever turns around 

And ploughs the stubble field 

Caught in the lonely mile 

Between the roads to Shaletown 

He watches the chaff leave his dry brown eye 

And swing over rose-hip stile 

To Shaletown 

Under bronze-red sunset, cobweb clouds 

Dipping to the shadows 

Dancing through the dead trees 

Over carts that struggle up the hills 

Sticking into the sweat and blistered hands 

Nailed sacks flap 

>From blackened walls 

Flailing arms to welcome 

>From blackened walls 

In to the groaning heart of Shaletown 

The ox-man turns and walks into the wind 

Towards the ceaseless sea 

Ploughing the lonely mile 

As chaff settles in Shaletown 

The machines they groan and the hammers they pound 

As night falls on Shaletown 

The chaff settles in Shaletown