The Wind That Blows From Jarrow

1.My granda’ was a shipyard worker on the bonny banks of Tyne

Who in the Great Depression joined the unemployment line

He was in that queue of workers for nigh-on fifteen years

As the wind that blows from Jarrow whispered softly in his ears

Chorus: Oh,The wind, the wind, the North-East wind

It chills you to the bone

But if you stand against it

You will never stand alone

2.My father joined the Civil Service in the Labour Ministry

Seeking jobs and pay for workers was to be his destiny

From his youth until his pension date, with a break only for war

As the wind that blows from Jarrow whispered softly in his ear

3.I went to university, a profession for to find

As a lab rat and computer nerd with an academic mind

We were only knowledge workers when they right-sized our careers

As the wind that blows from Jarrow whispered softly in our ears

4.Now the robots come a-marching to a silicon chip drum

For the doctors’ jobs and the lawyers’ jobs and he bankers’ jobs they come

Our children, the millenials, must set off down the years

As the wind that blows from Jarrow whispers softly in their ears