Home Counties Boy - Martin Newell

When I was young

Dark were the trees

Houses are now where

There once were fields

And summers were long

The trains ran on steam

I was a boy from the home counties

And don't drop your aitches

My mum said to me

If you want a job where your

Hands will be clean

But there was no way

I'd dress in grey

And go up to London to earn my pay

Having to say thank you and please

I was a boy from the home counties

And now I'm as free as

The times let me be

And no one's the guv'nor apart from me

So I'll mow your lawn or

I'll prune your trees

Cause I am a boy from

The home counties

I don't want your house

And I don't want your car

I reckon I'd die if I was like you are

So spade in my hands

And mud on my knees

I am a boy from the home counties

Spade in my hands

And mud on my knees

I am a boy from the home counties