Oh how swallow is to hunger
As a pigeon to my trafalgar
In them young boys eyes she'd seen
The kind of men they could have been

Home is far from here
You see they are from the other side of the horizon
Where a lad stands a slim chance
Even if they knew
They've made all the right choices

And so could you imagine it
How it feels to be a mother in this
Part of borough of never ending field

Edmonton
Edmonton
Will we change

From time to time I ponder
But this so called reason for pondering
Ponders no end
And boris promised a sweet plan so
We gave him a second chance
He said stand and be headstrong
Black gigantic livingstones

Oh how whispering is to falling short
As anger to the shutting of a door
John 11: 35 Jesus wept and wept and wept
Cause ain't nobody getting up from their sleep
Saying how about we start a new thread

I ain't talkin about revolution
Just a simple hello friend will do
Ain't much of a duty in this part borough
Of never ending field

Edmonton
Edmonton
Will we change

I aint talking about a revolution
Just a simple hello friend, will do
Aint much of a duty in all parts boroughs
Of never ending feuds