The lights of Mevagissey is a sight that I long to
see,
To walk the old stone harbour, smell the salt air,
and the sea
Those fishin' boats, all safely moored, seagulls soar
above,
In that quaint old Cornish village - Mevagissey, you're
my love!
Chorus:
Some folks like big cities, with their hustle and
bright lights,
The nightclubs and the restaurants, they say are wondrous
sights,
Although I'm not a Cornish lad, though I've lived
down in the West,
You can keep your bright-light cities; Mevagissey,
you're the best!
The motorways, and the factories, their chimneys reach
the sky,
People rushing everywhere, never knowing why;
So I'm glad I've had this chance in life, to take
the time and see,
You can keep your bright-light cities, Mevagissey
is just for me!
So if you yearn to leave it all, and I'm sure that
you might someday,
Remember what I tell you, as you pass along your way,
And you'll be glad that you're alive, these words
I say come true,
Forget those bright-light cities, Mevagissey is just
for you.
Some folks like big cities, with their hustle and
bright lights,
The nightclubs and the restaurants, they say are wondrous
sights,
Although I'm not a Cornish lad, though I've lived
down in the West,
Forget those bright-light cities, Mevagissey, you're
the best!
Yes, you can keep your bright-light cities, Mevagissey,
you're the best.
