(Archie Fisher)
Waiting on a station platform for a change of trains
Seems whenever I'm in Preston that it always rains
Just a day for moving on to play another town
I've no way of knowing where tonight I'll lay me down
Merry England, oh your heart is warm, your hands are cold
And I'd like to think I'm growing up as well as growing old
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 roundabout or lose upon the swing
Too late for the summer days, too early for the spring
Merry England, oh your heart is warm, your hands are cold
And I'd like to think I'm growing up as well as growing old
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, travelled round beside me in a song
And having you to come back home to helped me get along
It's been weeks since I've been smiled on by a face I knew
And I've started thinking every pretty woman looks l