She's my town, but I am leaving
Webs of footsteps I've been weaving
Where I grew my hair, learned to laugh and swim
Where I fell in love, then fell out again
Lovely lasses, and brave lads
Dancing into mums and dads
The corner shop, the postman that you know
The bridge, the pub, the last twenty years or so
I'm walking this street heading away
Fading footprints in my wake
I am bound for a strange city
Where people look sad and oh so pretty
Time's a thief, trees grow tall
One day weeds will cover all
Watch the river slowly flow
I will miss you, that I know
I'm walking this street heading away
Fading footprints in my wake
I am bound for a strange city
Where people look sad and oh so pretty
Seventeen valleys, seventeen hills
Nineteen rivers, nineteen mills
Summers like winters, leaves in the fall
But springs are the ones I'll remember of all
She's my town, but I am leaving
She's my town