Intro: N.C. Every day, about this time I'm pushing down to the border line And in the West, the rolling hills And the false dawn rising from a hard steel mill From the bridge, a strip of sand Between the lake and no-man's land Stretching down the harbour wide Into the shadow of the factory side From the bridge, from up on high I see the people passing by In through the gates, to the grey beyond Where they'll be working 'til the work is done Instrumental: