Gorbals Melody (J Malcolm)

A raw night in January,
Soot fills a dark leaden sky in the Gorbals,
A neighbour knocks angrily,
As above rings the wail of a new baby's cry,
The bookmaker's boarding,
A fortyfive bus to his house up in Shawlands,
The advertise hoarding,
Sells a popular dram from the fairytale land,
Where they all live in castles.

Sweet Angela Brown,
home you were born in's pulled down,
Moved to a muddy new town miles away,
School milk every day,
Till Thatcher snatched away,
But you still shone like a rose through the grey

The shipyards are closing,
The busy folk in the Far East build them cheaper,
A mother is walking,
Her bonny wee yellow-haired girl in a pram,
They're pulling down Cumbie Street,
Dust fills the little girl's lungs and she's crying,
They're off to the council,
To sign for a flat in a skyscraper block,
Many miles from the Gorbals.

Sweet Angela Brown,
home you were born in's pulled down,
Moved to a muddy new town miles away,
School milk every day,
Till Thatcher snatched away,
But you still shone like a rose through the grey

The top floor is windy,
Damp stains the living room walls and the carpet,
The lift smells of urine,
The old folk are shy to go out after dark,
Wee Angela's growing tall,
Her long golden hair is the joy of her mother,
She plays in the underpass,
Till the boys pull her hair, or the big dog is there,
Or a van for an ice-cream.

Sweet Angela Brown,
home you were born in's pulled down,
Moved to a muddy new town miles away,
School milk every day,
Till Thatcher snatched away,
But you still shone like a rose through the grey

Angela's moved away,
She met an American soldier at a night club,
He thinks she's a princess,
They live on a military base near Chicago,
Her mother's in Anderston,
She never felt that she belonged far from Glasgow,
She saw Angie's father once,
At the back of a bus, but he didn't see her,
And she felt nothing for him.

Sweet Angela Brown,
home you were born in's pulled down,
Moved to a muddy new town miles away,
School milk every day,
Till Thatcher snatched away,
But you still shone like a rose through the grey

http://www.jimmalcolm.com/html/main_cds3.htm
I like this song...
Gorbals