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
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