To Take You Home

I come from the land of the Wessex Downs From the Hampshire Hills near Winchester Town In the country where the soft South rivers flow down To the English channel I roam And this is where I call home I sing for my supper and I'm pretty well fed I cross this island and I make my bed Where I can find a crowd and somewhere to lay my head When 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 out sad 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 And who'd have thought That a french kiss from a Parisian girl Could capture an English boy? She comes from the channel's other distant shore From the land of revolution and Agincourt From a king's bloodstain on a tricolour And a 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 'Cause 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 oh then she fixed me And then she kissed me And she's yet to let me go And though I'm far away Across the sea I'm singing for the hope that she will ever remember me So honey, when you're lonely on the road And you're all on your own Hanging out sad at the back of the country show Picture me there with my hat down low A smile upon my face to let you know That I would like to take you home 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