Sunderland Echo

When I was young I lived down by the Wear
You could smell the salt sea air and Vaux's beer
Seaburn beach, the fair and Roker pier
Constant cry of seagulls everywhere

Fawcett Street it was the place to be
When they crowned Queen in '53
The town Hall clock looked down for all to see
On the tramlines that became a memory

Sunderland Echo, Sunderland Echo, Sunderland Echo, Sunderland Echo

And the work was in the shipyard or the mine
Buses came each morning rain or shine
At 5 o'clock the buzzer blew for time

Sunderland Echo, Sunderland Echo, Sunderland Echo, Sunderland Echo

Saturdays the match at Roker Park
Crowds on Wearmouth bridge that stopped the cars
For every shot that curved and hit the bar
The Roker roar kept score both near and far

Now the hot potato man has long since gone
Likewise those barrow boys whose days are done
And the Grand Hotel and Blacketts are no more
Yet still I hear that cry from days of yore

Sunderland Echo, Sunderland Echo, Sunderland Echo, Sunderland Echo



Credits
Writer(s): Jim Gibson
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