Well the word ain’t got around
That the workings underground
Could pull us in or some say drag us down
For the Coal and Ironstone
The deposits left alone
Have shook the land, our shaking home

CHORUS:
But young hearts beat and seldom render
And old hearts beat and they will remember
Well you won’t make sense of subsidence
Since the whole place could fall down
But I’d rather live in a sinking town

They talk of yesteryear
Full of pride and cheer
The days have changed but its still our city
Where we once held trades so dear
And a winning team played here
But now some say, that we’re just sinking

REPEAT CHORUS TWICE