Elton John - Grimsby lyrics
[Elton John - Grimsby lyrics]
As I lay dreaming in my bed
Across the great divide
I thought I heard the trawler boats
Returning 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
Of 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 from 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
(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 quay
Oh, oh, Grimsby, a thousand delights
Couldn't match the sweet sights
Of 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 from boyhood to man
Strangers have found themselves fathers
Grimsby, a thousand delights
Couldn't match the sweet sights
Of my Grimsby oh, England you're fair
But there's none to compare with my Grimsby
Grimsby, a thousand delights
Couldn't match the sweet sights
Of my Grimsby oh, England you're fair
But there's none to compare with my Grimsby
Across the great divide
I thought I heard the trawler boats
Returning 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
Of 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 from 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
(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 quay
Oh, oh, Grimsby, a thousand delights
Couldn't match the sweet sights
Of 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 from boyhood to man
Strangers have found themselves fathers
Grimsby, a thousand delights
Couldn't match the sweet sights
Of my Grimsby oh, England you're fair
But there's none to compare with my Grimsby
Grimsby, a thousand delights
Couldn't match the sweet sights
Of my Grimsby oh, England you're fair
But there's none to compare with my Grimsby