Little Crowtown

 

Little Crowtown is a place

I go to in my mind

It’s ten miles off the beaten track

And very hard to find

I guard all of its secrets well

just invite the chosen few

who will respect its heritage

good folk like me and you

 

It has a quant olde English pub

And a tea shop for cream teas

A curry house from Kashmir

And a place that deals in cheese

An emporium of vinyl records

And another selling books

A little pond with willow trees

An oak tree full of rooks

 

A cornflower sea laps at its shore

Of pristine golden sand

A stony path leads to a cove

We walk it hand in hand

And as the sunset casts its shimmer

Over the fields of swaying corn

We count our blessings peacefully

And thank God that we were born

 

So when the times are dark and bleak

Much like they are right now

I go to Little Crowtown

And I make a heartfelt vow

To enjoy the simple pleasures

That weave its twisted streets

In the alleyways and courtyards

Where the heart of England beats

 

No place here for the fascist,

The litterer or lager lout,

The racist and the sexist

Will all be safely locked out.

There will be a little sign

That only the enlightened will see.

‘This way to a better life

To Little Crowtown-by-the sea’