The Factories Have All Gone

The factories have all gone where once The smoking stacks did stand, So too their famous silhouettes That stood upon this land, The site now lying empty where The grass and bush have grown, Which cloak the scattered bricks that lie With twisted iron and stone. The smogs have cleared revealing streets Of red bricked terraced rows, Some boarded up with missing slates Through which the cold wind blows, Where once the town was crowded Now deserted and so bleak, So many now have moved away For work they had to seek. Yet since those factories there were built So many years have passed, Who would have thought those days would end And disappear so fast, Those families and communities Have all been torn apart, For now the town has lost its soul So too its beating heart.