1995 – Acoustic recording details
Running length : 3:00
Musicians & Credits
Mike Peters – Vocals, Acoustic Guitar
Recorded at Fort Apache, Boston, Massachusetts, USA
Produced by Michael Peters
Recorded by Dan McLoughlin

28th October 1997 – Mike Peters – Acoustic Works 1981-1986 – Twenty First Century Recording Company, catalogue number 21C004. (CD) 1995 Fort Apache Recording

All the following are Worldwide releases on Twenty First Century Recording Company
(Except where stated)

All the following are Worldwide releases on Twenty First Century Recording Company
(Except where stated)

The iron gates clang in a steel mill town
A man breaks down to that unemployment sound
He takes a last walk down that old coast road
In the dying death throes of all that he knows
The sight of those men walking through the gates
Was like a lame pit pony at the end of its days
[Fire, Fire, Fire]

In a Deeside town eight thousand went down
On a February day in the driving rain
No winners, just losers and cuts and bruises
As the picket line fell, the industry died
There’s still one question after all this time
Is a working man born to live and then die?
[Fire, Fire, Fire]

To build the ships to set the sails
To cross the sea of fools
To be dealt the cards
To play our hand
To win or else to lose
In this cruel world that kicks a man when he’s down
Down to the ground

And Lady Luck smiles on the few in this world
But I hope and I pray, she smiles on you
I ain’t gonna preach, no I ain’t gonna teach
I’m just gonna sing about the things that I need
A little bit of love, a little bit of hope
A little bit of strength, some fuel for the fire
[Fire, Fire, Fire]

To build the ships to set the sails
To cross the sea of fools
To be dealt the cards
To play our hand
To win or else to lose
In this cruel world that kicks a man when he’s down
A little bit of love, a little bit of hope
A little bit of strength, some fuel for the fire
[Fire, Fire, Fire]

To build the ships to set the sails
To cross the sea of fools
To be dealt the cards
To play our hand
To win or else to lose
In this cruel world that kicks a man when he’s down
And all around the world the lights are going down

(Written by Macdonald/Peters)

The iron gates clang in a steel mill town
A man breaks down to that unemployment sound
He takes a last walk down that old coast road
In the dying death throes of all that he knows
The sight of those men walking through the gates
Was like a lame pit pony at the end of its days

In a Deeside town eight thousand went down
On a February day in the driving rain
No winners, just losers and cuts and bruises
As the picket line fell, the industry died
Oh, There’s still one question after all this time
Is a working man born to live and then die?

To build the ships to set the sails
To cross the sea of fools
To be dealt the cards
To play our hand
To win or else to lose
In this cruel world that kicks a man when he’s down
Down to the ground

In a Deeside town

And Lady Luck smiles on the few in this world
But I hope and I pray, she smiles on you
No, I ain’t gonna preach, no I ain’t gonna teach
I’m just gonna sing about the things that I need
A little bit of love, a little bit of hope
A little bit of strength, some fuel for the fire

To build the ships to set the sails
To cross the sea of fools
To be dealt the cards
To play our hand
To win or else to lose
In this cruel world that kicks a man when he’s down
And all around the world the lights are going down

(Written by Macdonald/Peters)

Video Link – Deeside (Official Music Video) [2019 Remaster]