Text: Mark Knopfler. Sailing To Philadelphia. Silvertown Blues.

On Silvertown way, the cranes stand high
Quiet and grey against the still of the sky
They won't quit and lay down though the action has died
They watch the new game in town on the Blackwall side

From the poisinous drains a vision appear
New circle of cranes and new reason to be here
The big silverdome raising up into the dawn
Above the church and the homes were all the silver is gone gone gone

If I'd a bucket of gold
What would I do
Leave the story untold
Silvertown blues

I'm going down silvertown, down in silverdown
I'm going down in silvertown, down in silvertown

A silver dawn steals over the dust
A truck with no weels upon cinder blocks
Men with no dreams around the fire in the docks
Scrap metal sceams are rusting over the night night night nitgh

If I'd a bucket of gold
Silver would do
Leave the story untold
Silvertown blues

And I'm going down silvertown, down in silverdown
I'm going down in silvertown, down in silvertown

When you're standing on thin and dangerous ice
You could knock and walk in for citizens advice
Tell you the way you can turn, the way you can learn
There's nothing they can tell me I don't allready know

If I'd a bucket of gold
Silver would do
Leave the story untold
Silvertown blues

And I'm going down silvertown, down in silverdown
I'm going down in silvertown, down in silvertown

From the Canning Town train I saw a bill board high
There's a big silverplane raising up into the sky
I can make out the words seven flights every day
Say's six of those birds are bound for JFK

If I'd a bucket of gold
Silver would do
Leave the story untold
Silvertown blues

And I'm going down silvertown, down in silverdown
I'm going down in silvertown, down in silvertown
Going down slivertown, down in silvertown
I'm going down in silvertown, down in silvertown

Down in silvertown
Down in silvertown
Down in silvertown