Lyrics

[Verse 1] In the shadow of cranes, where the Tyne cuts through, A man stands firm, his resolve like glue. Smoke and sparks in the damp morning air, Steel bones rise in the shipyard's glare. [Chorus] Hear the hammer's echo, the furnace's growl, An engineer's life at the river's bowel. Forging titans of the ocean's might, In Wallsend’s yards, through day and night. [Verse 2] His hands are maps of the work he's done, Scarred by metal, burned by sun. Each rivet pounded, each weld that holds, Tales of the Tyne, in steel retold. [Bridge] It's a world of iron, of grit and grime, Where men shape monsters, one plate at a time. Their sweat and blood mix with Tyne's cold tide, On these docks, their spirits reside. [Chorus] Hear the hammer's echo, the furnace's growl, An engineer's life at the river's bowel. Forging titans of the ocean's might, In Wallsend’s yards, through day and night. [Verse 3] As twilight falls on the yard’s worn men, The whistle blows, like an old friend. They trudge home past the pub’s warm glow, Tomorrow’s another day to bend and tow. [Outro] So raise a glass to the shipyard's soul, To the engineer, whose bell still tolls. In the heart of Wallsend, his forge burns bright, Amidst the steel and the starless night.