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 harbour 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 No Cordon Bleu can match the beauty Of your pies and peas I want to ride your fairground Take air along the quay
Writer/s: BERNIE TAUPIN, ELTON JOHN
Publisher: Universal Music Publishing Group
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Gregpry Mckinney from Glendale Ca UsaYes, this is just another "throwaway" from the Caribou LP from Elton John. And like the other non-releases from this album, it sits like a jewel hovering over just about anything else of its day. Pop radio was so full of wondrous music and spotless production at that time that even this phenomenal track was not even considered Top 40 material.