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