To Take You Home

I come from the land of the Wessex down

From the Hampshire hills near Winchester town

In the country where the soft South rivers flow down

To English channel I roam, this is where I call home

I sing for my supper and I'm pretty well fed

My cross is silent and I make my bed

Where I can find a crown and somewhere to lay my head

And the travelling day is done, and all my songs have been sung

But honey I was lonely on the road, I was all on my own

Hanging outside at the back of a death metal show

I saw you standing there with your hair down low

A kink in your step that made me want to know

If you would like to take me home

Who'd of thought that a French kiss from a Parisian girl

could capture an English boy

She comes from the channels of a distant shore

From the land of revolution and Agincourt

From the Kings blood stain on a tricolour

And the culture a little too high, for an English boy like me

She doesn't know the Island I grew up upon

The valleys and the hills that I've roamed along

And she doesn't like my clothes and she doesn't like my songs

But she's still my Mademoiselle and it goes to show you never can tell.

Cos she was a quiet one

She was a shy one

She was the prettiest at the show

She crept up so slowly

She crept up behind me

But still she pretended that she didn't know

But all that she thinks of me, and she kissed me

And she's yet to let me go though I'm far away

Across of sea I'm singing for the hope that she would ever remember me

So honey when you're lonely on the road, you're all on your own

Hanging outside at the back of the country show

Picture me there with hat down low

A smile upon my face to let you know

That I would like to take you home

That I would like to take you home, to the hills that I know

I would like to take you home, to the places I go

I would like to take you home

And that's the way that a French kiss from an English boy

can capture a Parisian girl