Between The Wars - Oysterband

I was a miner, I was a docker 
I was a railwayman between the wars 
I raised a family in time of austerity 
With sweat at the foundry, between the wars 
I paid the union and as times got harder 
I looked to the government to help the working man 
They brought prosperity, down at the armoury 
We're arming for peace, my boys, between the wars 

I kept the faith and I kept voting, 
Not for the iron fist, but for the helping hand 
Theirs is a land with a wall around it 
And mine is a faith in my fellow man 
Theirs is a land of hope and glory 
Mine is the green field and the factory floor 
Theirs are the skies all dark with bombers 
Mine is the peace we knew between the wars 

Call up the craftsmen, bring me a draughtsman 
Build me a path from cradle to grave 
And I'll give my consent to any government 
That does not deny a man a living wage 
Go find the young men, never to fight again 
Call up the banners from the days gone by 
Sweet moderation, the heart of this nation, 
Desert us not, we are between the wars 

(Rhe mumbling is said to be "And behold when they opened the sixth door there was a great earthquake, and the sun became black as sackcloth.")