In Cornwall…
At half-past-two
the sky is blue
there’s not a cloud to see;
by half-past three
it rains on me,
and it also rains on you.
Which is the sort
of thing we get…
in Cornwall.
We go for a drive
down narrow lanes,
in our shiny motor car,
but the lane is only
just
wider than we are;
and then we have to factor
in the meeting of a tractor,
and reversing is all we seem to do,
Which is just the sort
of thing we get…
in Cornwall.
But, we love living here…
in Cornwall.
In Cornwall
we spend our nights and days,
for Cornwall
has its own special ways,
forever want to stay…
in Cornwall.
