The Chariot from Basecamp (2020) by The Clinch

I left my home when I was a boy
Followed down the town canal
Found myself in his employ
A working man with calloused hands

On the salvage tug I paid my dues
On the trawlers I led union tunes
And with brave bold boys I started out
And ended up pacific bound

Where’d all my Johnnies go
With the chariot we roll
And the waves crash over the jib-boom

Born East End in World War II
We learnt the songs from those around
In music halls I spent a few
Freemen of the Thames we roamed about

But I settled here and made a home
And I replayed all the songs I’d known
And passed them on to home and back
Walking on the outside track

For the love of fate, I’m gone from you
My soul is hungry now, my bodies through
A blazing fire, flames and brightness, I’m gone from you
Pour l'amour, pour l'amour, pour l'amour

And with noise all around you
And nothing’s right
You’ve got to find a way
You’ve got to stand and fight

And when that darkness falls
And you can’t see left from right
You need to sing the truth
Find reasons for us all to fight on

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