Runrig
The Big Wheel
The River T - Sluagh
The sky above
London never appeared clear or
dark. Far from the river of the people. Without skill on a candle
more day or stars of the
night. Far from the river of the people. Here in the town without
sleep without rest and without freedom.
Far from the river of the people.
Feet moving the river in the
flood. Far from the river of the people. The wheels'
hurry to turn without ceasing.
Far from the river of the people.
Too much worshiping wealth on the
altar of the world. Far from
the river of the people. All without
hope and home on the streets
without love. Far from the river of the people. With every color and every
religion, every language from every
corner. Far from the river of the people. Every question and every
answer down the river to the
ocean. Far from the river of the people.

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