On Silvertown Way, the cranes stand high 
Quiet and gray against the still of the sky 
They won't quit and lay down though the action has died 
They watch the new game in town on the Blackwall side 

From the poisinous drains a vision appears 
New circle of cranes, a new reason to be here 
big silver dome rising up into the dawn 
Above the church and the homes were all the silver is gone 

If I'd a bucket of gold, what would I do 
I'd leave the story untold Silvertown blues 
Going down Silvertown 
Down in Silverdown 
Going down Silvertown 
Down in Silverdown 

silver dawn steals over the docks 
[bad word] with no weels up on cinderblocks 
Men with no dreams around a fire in a [bad word] 
Scrap metal schemes [bad word] over and done 

If I'd a bucket of gold, silver would do 
I'd leave the story untold Silvertown blues 
Going down Silvertown 
Down in Silverdown 
Going down Silvertown 
Down in Silverdown 

When you're standing on thin and dangerous ice 
You can knock and walk in for citizens' advice 
They'll tell you the where you can turn, where you can go 
There's nothing they can tell me I don't already know 

If I'd a bucket of gold, silver would do 
I'd leave the story untold Silvertown blues 
Going down Silvertown 
Down in Silverdown 
Going down Silvertown 
Down in Silverdown 

From the Caning Town train I see a billboard high 
There's a big silverplane raising up into the sky 
And I can make out the words 'seven flights every day' 
Says six of those birds are bound for JFK 

If I'd a bucket of gold, silver would do 
I'd leave the story untold Silvertown blues 
And I'm going down in Silvertown 
Down in Silverdown 
Going down Silvertown 
Down in Silverdown