It was Sunday morning in Stockton town
And last night's vomit was warm on the ground
A church ball whispered and river give a sigh
and both remembered
Days gone by
Like a Sunday in '33
When our grandfathers were desperate and hungry
And black clouds gathered along the waterside
Jackboots came marching
And the river cried
It was Sunday evening in Stockton town
And the blood of battle was warm on the ground
100 Blackshirts turned and ran
The church bell echoed
And the river sang
Now it's Sunday morning and the fight is o'er
And all the world may not care or know
but the Tees remembers as she winds her weary flow
When our grandfathers
Our Hungry grandfathers
Our desperate grandfathers
Said "No!"
And last night's vomit was warm on the ground
A church ball whispered and river give a sigh
and both remembered
Days gone by
Like a Sunday in '33
When our grandfathers were desperate and hungry
And black clouds gathered along the waterside
Jackboots came marching
And the river cried
It was Sunday evening in Stockton town
And the blood of battle was warm on the ground
100 Blackshirts turned and ran
The church bell echoed
And the river sang
Now it's Sunday morning and the fight is o'er
And all the world may not care or know
but the Tees remembers as she winds her weary flow
When our grandfathers
Our Hungry grandfathers
Our desperate grandfathers
Said "No!"
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