Coordinates: 53°31′48″N 0°21′32″W / 53.529953°N 0.358874°W / 53.529953; -0.358874
Grasby is a small village and civil parish in the West Lindsey district of Lincolnshire, England. It is situated 3 miles (5 km) north-west from the town of Caistor, and lies in the Lincolnshire Wolds, a designated Area of Outstanding Natural Beauty.
Grasby's 13th-century Anglican parish church, dedicated to All Saints', lies opposite the village primary school.
The church is part of the Caistor group of parishes in the Deanery of West Wold. The 2013 incumbent is The Rev'd Canon Ian Robinson. In earlier times the Vicar was Rev Charles Tennyson Turner, Brother of the poet Alfred Lord Tennyson.
The village school came close to closing at the end of the 20th century, but remains open. It is now Grasby All Saints Church of England Primary School, and grant maintained. The school received a Grade 2 (Good) judgement for "Overall effectiveness" in its 2013 Ofsted report.
The village hall holds events such as Rock and Roll and Jive classes, runs a Learn Direct programme, and is used by the village school for physical education lessons and a yearly Easter ceremony.
Two years later same conclusion
This is where it ends
This is where you have to choose so
Choose for something else
Be true to what you have been thinking
Every day again
Cause you can't pretend to
Chorus
There it goes
You try to hold it tight
There it goes
Afraid of what you'll find and still a lot to hide
There it goes
I know you're scared of getting hurt
And being all alone
But you know better than to go with
Something that is gone
Stay true to what you have been thinking
Every day again
Cause you can't pretend to
Chorus
There it goes
You try to hold it tight
There it goes
Afraid of what you'll find and still a lot to hide
There it goes
I walked around the house for hours
Tryin to think about
What it means for you to let it, let it go again
But I've been there done that
This is how it is
I have felt it seen it
This is what it is
Chorus
There it goes
You try to hold it tight
There it goes
Afraid of what you'll find and still a lot to hide