Looking For Emily Street
Childhood memories of an almost-lost street in Hull’s eastern docklands.
I remember all the ships tied at the quay and the men that worked the sea
Dockside labourers bringing goods out of the hold at the market to be sold
Oh the place where fortunes meet oh looking for Emily Street
Oh on cold and weary feet still looking for Emily Street
Rows of houses with gaps and tales to tell mark the places where bombs had fell
Shattered walls that we would climb to pass the day in the way that children play
Oh the place where fortunes meet oh looking for Emily Street
Oh on cold and weary feet still looking for Emily Street
Down the railway track the wood yard in the rain the comforting sound of a train
I remember all the thicket and the hay where a building stands today
Oh the place where fortunes meet oh looking for Emily Street
Oh on cold and weary feet still looking for Emily Street
And though the years are passing by and things must change that I left there still feels strange
In the fog I hear a ship horn’s lonely bleat and I remember Emily Street
Oh the place where fortunes meet oh looking for Emily Street
Oh on cold and weary feet still looking for Emily Street