Breeze on the Tees

Southeast of the Boro on the A66
Before you reach Redcar and the steelworks and pits
Monday to Friday men work on the dock
Six 'til two, two 'til ten, and night shifts 'round the clock

Loading the ships with the muck from the earth
Keeping machines running for all that they're worth
They shiver as they are exposed to the breeze
That cuts right through them then shoots back up the Tees

Back in the silo all covered in dust
And oil and grease and old dirty rust
It's sheltered and warm so they'll break a sweat
Which'll freeze when they go out for their cigarette

Then it sets off on the Tees
And travels across the seas
And the working man sighs as he takes shelter from the breeze

But twenty miles south on the A174
Away from the wind and back off the shore
Men work underground to muck out the ore
And reep it's rewards in all it's galore

They sacrifice days to cut through the rock
That's sent to fresh air and then straight to the dock
Twenty miles north it travels by rail
Through summer, winter, rain, wind and hail

Then it sets off on the Tees
And travels across the seas
And the working man sighs as he takes shelter from the breeze

And working class quotes
And northern anecdotes
Are spoken of the boats along with tales never wrote

And the men down the mine
Who are cutting all the time
At the rock that's so divine to send to the dock on the railway line

As it sets off on the Tees
And sails across the seas
And the working man sighs as he takes shelter from the breeze

As he sets sail on the Tees
And travels across the seas
And the working man sighs as he takes shelter from the breeze
From the breeze
From the breeze