The Black Country

Oh back there in the valley where the hills are on the crest
The patchwork blanket of emerald hues branch out far to the west
The black veins used to stretch out under scarlet skies and yield
Scaring structures, a tainted earth, rusting iron and smokey steel

Ages past, landscape changed, falling into disrepute
Songbirds sing tales and make their nests in ancient chimney flues
A crystal ball born out fire reflects a future truth
A great oak tree full of memory, sticking out a factory roof

This land is so very tarnished, battle worn and charred
You cannot see the heavens as smokey skies veil the stars
I am so far away from it but wherever I may roam
The Black Country, the Black Country is in my heart, it is my home.