
Skinningrove Beck
River Of Iron
The water flows red
As it streams down from the hills
And I can’t help but feel
As it meets the cold North Sea
That it bears the blood of men
Who laboured in those mines
To bring the iron for me
Skinningrove Beck
The water flows red
As it streams down from the hills
And I can’t help but feel
As it meets the cold North Sea
That it bears the blood of men
Who laboured in those mines
To bring the iron for me
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