As I lay dreamin' in my bed Across the great divide I thought I heard the trawler boats Returnin' on the tide And in this vision of my home The shingle beach did ring I saw the lights along the pier That made my senses sing Oh oh Grimsby, a thousand delights Couldn't match the sweet sights Oh, my Grimsby Oh, England you're fair But there's none to compare with my Grimsby Through nights of mad youth I have loved every sluice in your harbor And in your wild sands, boyhood to man Strangers have found themselves fathers Take me back you rustic town I miss your magic charm Just to smell your candy floss Or drink in the skinners arms No Cordon Bleu can match the beauty Of your pies and peas I want to ride your fairground Take air along the key Oh Grimsby, a thousand delights Couldn't match the sweet sights Oh, my Grimsby Oh, England you're fair But there's none to compare with my Grimsby Through nights of mad youth I have loved every sluice in your harbor And in your wild sands, boyhood to man Strangers have found themselves fathers Grimsby, oh, a thousand delights Couldn't match the sweet sights Oh, my Grimsby Oh, England you're fair But there's none to compare with my Grimsby Grimsby, oh, a thousand delights Couldn't match the sweet sights Oh, my Grimsby Oh, England you're fair But there's none to compare with my Grimsby © ROUGE BOOZE INC; HST MGT LTD; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com