Have you ever heard a building cry,
A cry which says why do i die,
They smash me with that ball and crane,
Save me and let me live again,
To provide a venue for the dances shows,
Thing to which the public goes.

The swinging ball crashes in again,
Why does it give me so so much pain,
Pain that brings back memories,
Of past functions and local reveries,
Big Daddy wrestling, the Rolling Stones,
Welsh National Opera or big band tones.

The Christmas panto every year,
With chidrens voices ringing clear,
The L.V.A banquet that annual orgy,
Political meetings with the argy-bargy,
W.I. Rallies their groups in contest,
There's so many more but let them rest.

Have you ever heard a building cry,
A cry which is now just a sigh.
The time for saving is now past,
How much longer will the agony last,
With concrete fall, dust all around,
The only noise that thumping sound.

I know i'll be gone in a few more weeks,
Nothing but rubble piled in heaps,
An area available for who knows what,
What will fill my King's Hall spot.
A prime position as you can see,
Can anyone tell me what will i be.

Have you ever heard a building cry.
I have.
Just listen and hear
The King's Hall
Say
GOODBYE.

By the late Don Shaw, manager of the King's Hall from the late 1970s until the building's demolition in 1989.