Nylon Blue

Nylon blue, nylon blue cloth dangles on the line, Ordinary people dine over wine and droop over the line to the tine Nylon blue, nylon blue there sings the children, Their song and hope riven and driven down the glen Nylon blue, nylon blue their friends cry in torture, Their prefecture nature can’t nurture their future Nylon blue, nylon blue the old wonder how can’t they, Without the sun tumble dry their grey hey Nylon blue, nylon blue is there hope for the people? The people that grapple with a supple struggle Like nylon blue cloth hanged to dry but not crushed Blown by the wind but not dashed Like nylon blue cloth shining in utter despair The ordinary people’s hope repair Like nylon blue cloth dangling in full of colour The children’s future in splendour