Down in the foundry

They forge for us the changing bell

Turn your back against the wind

Spit down the wishing well

With nothing left to waste

But opportunity

To be the lovers

We have longed to be

Now things are looking up for you

Looking up for me 

Looking up for us

Finally

We cross the borderline

To wake the sleep of colour

Under wind turbine

Look at the rusting of that old machinery!

Rusting away apart to history

Now things are looking up for you

Looking up for me 

Looking up for us

Finally

What brings the joy

Will take the tears

You’ve been holding back

For all the years

That you were down

And out of luck

Now side by side

We’re looking up

Time to ring that

Changing Bell