[00:00.000] 作词 : Louis Dunford
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Louis Dunford
[00:43.202]As I walk these streets alone
[00:45.698]Through this borough I call home
[00:47.890]Upon the baron fields of Highbury
[00:50.188]Neath the stadiums of stone
[00:52.161]Through the turnstiles at The Angel
[00:54.358]See the homeless on the green
[00:56.557]From The Cally to The Cross
[00:58.520]And every s******e in between
[01:00.839]Pass the church, the mosque, a crack den
[01:03.456]And the offie on the corner
[01:05.491]See the brasses from the brothel
[01:07.392]That pretends to be a sauna
[01:09.406]Watch the bedlam in the bookies
[01:11.632]See the winners and the losers
[01:13.615]Seeking solace from their sorrow
[01:16.134]In the local battle cruisers
[01:18.254]Through the madness in the market
[01:20.164]Weathered faces turn to greet ya
[01:22.726]“Hello governor,how's your mother?”
[01:24.714]“You alright, son, be lucky geezer”
[01:27.326]Double pie and mash and liquor
[01:28.938]A Cuppa Rosie Lee up chap
[01:30.649]Or watch retired gangsters bicker
[01:33.182]Everyday in Arthur's cafe
[01:35.304]The little ****ers causing trouble
[01:37.205]For the cozzers make you smile
[01:39.414]You meet ya muckers for a couple
[01:41.788]Forget your troubles for a while
[01:43.613]From The Thornhill to The Hemmy
[01:46.343]All the faces are the same
[01:48.434]'Cause The manor might be changing
[01:50.863]But the people still remain
[02:01.489]North London forever
[02:06.228]Whatever the weather
[02:11.064]These streets are our own
[02:11.647]And my heart will leave you never
[02:19.513]My blood will forever
[02:24.392]Run through the stone
[02:38.927]As I walk these streets alone
[02:40.727]Through a kingdom made of chrome
[02:42.645]I see them ripping up the cobbles
[02:45.062]And tearing down our childhood homes
[02:47.067]I see the architecture changing
[02:49.938]Watch the history disappear
[02:51.598]And the skyline rearranging
[02:53.655]Into towers of veneer
[02:55.258]But I see the remnants of the London
[02:57.971]That they thought they could erase
[03:00.119]Every time I hear the old school
[03:02.171]Talk about the good old days
[03:04.247]Every time I watch the football
[03:06.886]And have a ruby with the lads
[03:09.048]See an hoister selling clobber
[03:11.378]Or a dealer shotting bags
[03:12.974]It's in the single mothers juggling
[03:15.263]A baby and a job
[03:17.553]In every single brother struggling
[03:19.475]That wound up in the dock
[03:21.570]It's in the roots and the foundations
[03:23.972]Still clinging to the land
[03:26.024]It's in the bricks that built The Morland
[03:28.343]And Popham that still stand
[03:30.442]It's in my family and my friends
[03:32.078]In every gram and every Benz
[03:34.432]It's in the roots that we inherit
[03:38.952]When a generation ends
[03:41.303]It's in the ruins of your youth
[03:41.738]And the faces of your past
[03:43.575]'Cause the manor may be changing
[03:48.148]But the people always last
[03:48.833]North London forever
[03:56.532]Whatever the weather
[04:01.620]These streets are our own
[04:05.949]And my heart will leave you never
[04:14.963]My blood will forever
[04:19.870]Run through the stone

作词 : Louis Dunford
作曲 : Louis Dunford
As I walk these streets alone
Through this borough I call home
Upon the baron fields of Highbury
Neath the stadiums of stone
Through the turnstiles at The Angel
See the homeless on the green
From The Cally to The Cross
And every s******e in between
Pass the church, the mosque, a crack den
And the offie on the corner
See the brasses from the brothel
That pretends to be a sauna
Watch the bedlam in the bookies
See the winners and the losers
Seeking solace from their sorrow
In the local battle cruisers
Through the madness in the market
Weathered faces turn to greet ya
“Hello governor,how's your mother?”
“You alright, son, be lucky geezer”
Double pie and mash and liquor
A Cuppa Rosie Lee up chap
Or watch retired gangsters bicker
Everyday in Arthur's cafe
The little ****ers causing trouble
For the cozzers make you smile
You meet ya muckers for a couple
Forget your troubles for a while
From The Thornhill to The Hemmy
All the faces are the same
'Cause The manor might be changing
But the people still remain
North London forever
Whatever the weather
These streets are our own
And my heart will leave you never
My blood will forever
Run through the stone
As I walk these streets alone
Through a kingdom made of chrome
I see them ripping up the cobbles
And tearing down our childhood homes
I see the architecture changing
Watch the history disappear
And the skyline rearranging
Into towers of veneer
But I see the remnants of the London
That they thought they could erase
Every time I hear the old school
Talk about the good old days
Every time I watch the football
And have a ruby with the lads
See an hoister selling clobber
Or a dealer shotting bags
It's in the single mothers juggling
A baby and a job
In every single brother struggling
That wound up in the dock
It's in the roots and the foundations
Still clinging to the land
It's in the bricks that built The Morland
And Popham that still stand
It's in my family and my friends
In every gram and every Benz
It's in the roots that we inherit
When a generation ends
It's in the ruins of your youth
And the faces of your past
'Cause the manor may be changing
But the people always last
North London forever
Whatever the weather
These streets are our own
And my heart will leave you never
My blood will forever
Run through the stone