No Greater Love
(Sullivan/Morrow/Heaton)
There's storm clouds amassing over in the west
Up above the moor
The city shines in grey, mills closing down
On the valley floor
All you can do here is survive
Grit your teeth and just stay alive
And never understand
The young ones they dance with fire in
their hearts till the years go by
And older, defeated they stare in their
beer at closing time
No greater love could there ever be
Than what I feel for you
- What you gave to me
You saved my life from this . .
While kings are in their counting houses
People just wait here in silent rows
They spat and they jeered in a last
desperate fear as they watched us go
Remember how we turned and ran
Heads into the wind running hand in hand
We laughed until we cried . . .
So many tears . . .