[Verse 1: Welsh rock male lead, strong and rough over the drums] Nineteen, mohawk, safety pins and spit Chip shop on the high street and I'm sick of it Kicked out of school by the time I was fifteen Mister Price said Dai, you'll never mean a thing Old men at the club went down at fourteen Coal in their lungs and the hardest hands I've seen Wrote it all down on the back of a till roll Every word they told me about the dark and the coal How they sang in the cage going down in the black How they sang even louder when the men came back [Pre-Chorus: Welsh rock male lead, building, guitars climbing] Sent it to the judges under the name of Dur Steel, that's the word, and nobody knew who it were [Chorus: Welsh rock male lead, belted, full band] Stand up, stand up, take the chair Oak from the old days, still waiting there Every man who said I'd never dare Stand up, stand up, take the chair [Verse 2: Welsh rock male lead, harder, raw] August in the pavilion, seven thousand in the hall Archdruid on the stage with a sword and a call Trumpets on the left and the trumpets on the right Somebody's poem is the best one tonight Old Emlyn from the club in his Sunday coat Doesn't know it's his words, there's a lump in his throat Mister Price two rows back with his tie on tight Waiting on a teacher's pet to stand in the light Judge reads the poem and the hall goes still The pit's in the words and it's coming up the hill [Pre-Chorus: Welsh rock male lead, building, guitars climbing] Sent it to the judges under the name of Dur Steel, that's the word, and nobody knew who it were [Chorus: Welsh rock male lead, belted, full band] Stand up, stand up, take the chair Oak from the old days, still waiting there Every man who said I'd never dare Stand up, stand up, take the chair [Bridge: Welsh rock male lead, held and rising, drums thundering] Archdruid calls out, will Dur please rise Seven thousand turning with their necks and their eyes Mohawk in the middle of the eighth row there I stood up for the valley and I walked to the chair [Final Chorus: Welsh rock male lead, male voice choir rises, a hundred valley voices singing the hook under him] Stand up, stand up, take the chair Oak from the old days, still waiting there Every man who said I'd never dare Stand up, stand up, take the chair [Outro: Welsh rock male lead, raw] Emlyn, we took the chair [End]
