Merry England - Archie Fisher

Waiting on a station platform for a change of train

Seems whenever I’m in Preston that it always rains

Just today from moving on to play another town

I’ve no way of knowing where tonight I lay me down

Merry England, though your heart is warm, your hands are cold

And I’d like to think I’m growing up, as well as growing old

But 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 roundabouts or lose upon the swing

Too late for the summer days, too early for the spring

Merry England, though your heart is warm, your hands are cold

And I’d like to think I’m growing up, as well as growing old

But 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 traveled round beside me in a song

Having you to come back home to helped me get along

But it’s been weeks since I been smiled on by a face I knew

And I’ve started thinking every pretty woman looks like you