This Isn’t Cornwall – a song

This isn’t Cornwall,

this isn’t Home,

it isn’t anywhere

I’d like to roam,

It isn’t Padstow

or Bodmin Moor,

it is a picnic

on the slopes of Barad-dûr.

Chorus: This isn’t Cornwall

this isn’t home;

it isn’t anywhere

I’d like to roam;

this isn’t Cornwall,

this isn’t home,

it isn’t anywhere…

When I do wander

up country way,

I dare not travel

more than a day;

I begins to tremble,

my skin turns grey,

if I’m not in Corrnwall

I fade away.

Chorus: This isn’t Cornwall

this isn’t home;

it isn’t anywhere

I’d like to roam;

this isn’t Cornwall,

this isn’t home,

it isn’t anywhere—

This isn’t Cornwall

this isn’t home;

it isn’t anywhere

I’d like to roam;

this isn’t Cornwall,

this isn’t home,

it isn’t anywhere…