Gloucester
by:
Roland Bowman
Gloucester
If you come to Gloucester.Be sure to fall
in love,Cause that is where I lost her.
To the angels up above.It happened on a hot day,At the Guinee Jubilee.
Over wine and Salmon Soufle,We were happy as can be.
We made love and then went swimming,In the channel down the creek.
Then I lost her to the lemon in my tears, and I can't speak..
She could'nt fight the undertow,I did call her name.
The river took her down below,and I'm going insane.
Gloucester is a fairground,There is Music in the Air.
Listen to my Love sound,Wear some flowers in your hair.
Come and listen to me,I will play my ole' guitar.