Mark Knopfler

On silvertown way, the cranes stand high
Quiet and gray against the still of the sky
They wont 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 appears
New circle of cranes, a new reason to be here
A big silver dome rising up into the dawn
Above the church and the homes were all the silver is gone
If Id a bucket of gold, what would I do
Id leave the story untold silvertown blues
Going down silvertown
Down in silverdown
Going down silvertown
Down in silverdown
A silver dawn steals over the docks
A truck with no weels up on cinderblocks
Men with no dreams around a fire in a drum
Scrap metal schemes are rusted over and done
If Id a bucket of gold, silver would do
Id leave the story untold silvertown blues
Going down silvertown
Down in silverdown