Coordinates: 52°14′N 0°16′W / 52.23°N 0.26°W / 52.23; -0.26
St Neots /sᵻnt ˈniːəts/ is a town and civil parish in the non metropolitan county of Cambridgeshire, England, within the historic county of Huntingdonshire, next to the Bedfordshire county border. It lies on the River Great Ouse in the Huntingdonshire District, 15 miles (24 km) west of Cambridge and 49 miles (79 km) north of central London. St Neots is the largest town in Cambridgeshire (Cambridge and Peterborough are both cities) with a population of 40,000. The town is named after the Cornish monk Saint Neot whose bones were subject to translation from the hamlet of St Neot on Bodmin Moor on consecration of the Priory of St Neots c. 980.
Pilgrimage to St Neots brought prosperity for the town, and it was granted a market charter in 1130. In the 18th and 19th centuries, the town enjoyed further prosperity through corn milling, brewing, stagecoach traffic and railways. After the Second World War, the town and its industry grew rapidly as London councils paid for new housing to be built in the town to rehouse families from London. The first London overspill housing was completed in the early 1960s. Today, St Neots is a thriving market town and an attractive destination for tourism. A range of bed and breakfast hotels are supplemented by larger chain hotels to the west of the town, and one of the UK's largest inland Camping and Caravanning Club sites is situated on the banks of the River Great Ouse.
I walked you to the corner we stood beside the bus
And the tears rolled down our faces as the driver stared at us
Typical summer that time of year
When you go back to Toronto and I stay here
And I'll miss the way you wake up
And the way that you sigh
And I'll miss the way you turn your head away when you cry
I don't think this time will fly
Here comes the sad nights again
Here comes the sad nights again
Round about midnight when it's still too hot to think
We'll go back down to the neighborhood and get ourselves a drink
Everyday working not getting far
You know this town ain't much for starting up it's only made for stars
Later when I'm walking
Underneath the starless sky
There's a couple in the doorway and I think I hear them cry
But they turn their heads when I go by
Here comes the sad nights again
Here comes the sad nights again
Last days of summer San Gennaro Feast
There's much hanging in the air and dancing in the streets
People line the corners and they stand beside the fires
And I'm watching from my window as the sparks go by
Somewhere there's a gunshot
People scatter everywhere
But it happens everyday so there's still laughter in the air
And as I lay down I wish you were here
Here comes the sad nights again
Here comes the sad nights again