Waiting on a station platform for a change of trains, Seems whenever I'm in Preston that it always rains. Just a day for moving on to play another town, I've no way of knowing where tonight I'll lay me down.
Merry England, oh your heart is warm, your hands are cold And I'd like to think I'm growing up as well as growing old It's been weeks since I've been smiled on by a face I knew. And I've started thinking every pretty woman looks like you
Blackpool in December found me wandering forlorn Remembering what a child felt when the carnival had gone Can't gain on the roundabout or lose upon the swing Too late for the summer days, too early for the spring.
Merry England, oh your heart is warm, your hands are cold And I'd like to think I'm growing up as well as growing old. It's been weeks since I've been smiled on by a face I knew. And I've started thinking every pretty woman looks like you
Looks like you, travelled round beside me in a song And having you to come back home to helped me get along It's been weeks since I've been smiled on by a face I knew. And I've started thinking every pretty woman looks like you.