Daltry Street

What became of Daughtrey Street?
It disappeared beneath my feet
And all the folk I used to meet are lost, will they be found?
They married, moved away from here
Yet still I'm stuck here, year to year
And all I touch, I love, I see, is lost, will it be found?
I sometimes sit alone and think, if
I'd done things different yesterday
Would I still have to rely on drink, to look at God and pray?
That for every woman, there's a man
Who would ask her dad for her red hand
And take the ring here in my palm as he gives his daughter away
Oh, what became of Daughtrey Street?
Twitching from the curtains and shuffling feet, of lads
And lasses on the street after a night out on the town
They married, moved away from here
Yet still I'm stuck here, year to year
And all I touch, I love, I see, is lost, will it be found?
I've lost all hope and trust you see
But without trust what hope would there be?
I don't need CVs or degrees to change what's lost to found
I'll scrub up well, I'll do my hair
If I can't find her here, then I'll look there
Search high and low and everywhere 'cause
If I don't, I'll always be lost not found
Oh, oh
Without love, I'll always be lost, not found
Oh- What became of Daughtrey Street?
...
Without love- Twitching from the curtains- I'll always- ...
And shuffling feet
...
Be lost, not found
What became of Daughtrey Street?
Oh, oh
Without love- Twitching from the curtains- I'll always- ...
And shuffling feet
...
Be lost, not found
What became of Daughtrey Street?
Oh, oh
Without love- Twitching from the curtains- I'll always- ...
And shuffling feet
...
Be lost, not found