This is just a coal townnAnd all the people therenAre sheltering from the cold windsnOn the crest of the big bleak hillnnAnd Mary's got an argumentnThe argument's quite loudnAnd the shouting's entertainmentnTo the other folk aroundnnAnd the gossips been getting out of handnIt's a ruthless old soundnAnd no ones out there workingn'Cos there's none to be foundnAnd when the steam builds up inside younAnd there's no place to fallnWell there is nothing quite as harmfulnAs the slow moving daynnIt's a town that they make films aboutnBecause the bleak's quite beautifulnWhen the light and the delicate featuresnAre captured very stillnnAnd so much far all the historynThe Martyrs and the Kings -nWhen the fight that was the good fightnWas the fight that you didn't win