Iron giants line the skyline, Breathing clouds into the gray, Echoes hum from every pipeline, Factories awake the day. Steam is rising, wheels are turning, Coal-fed fires forever burning. Smoke and steel, the engines cry, Painting shadows on the sky, Through the thunder, through the flame, The smoke pipes sing the world by name. Raise the towers, let them roar, Building futures on the factory floor. Rolling wheels and molten rivers, Sparks that dance like fireflies, Every breath the city shivers, Dreams are built where smoke will rise. Iron song through brick and wire, Feeding progress, feeding fire. Smoke and steel, the engines cry, Painting shadows on the sky, Through the thunder, through the flame, The smoke pipes sing the world by name. Raise the towers, let them roar, Building futures on the factory floor. Ash and ember, iron song, Holding steady, burning strong, Though the night is dark and deep, The pipes keep watch while we all sleep. Through the silence, shadows creep, Still the forge’s heartbeat leaps. Smoke and steel, the engines cry, Painting shadows on the sky, Through the thunder, through the flame, The smoke pipes sing they sing our name. Raise the towers, let them roar, Building futures on the factory floor. Morning breaks, the smoke drifts high, Soft gray fingers touch the sky. Silent now, but never gone, The pipes will sing when night comes on.
