Len Dee Folk Song Lyrics
Len is a singer/guitarist and Plays a mix of traditional and modern folk songs. More songs coming soon.
Oh Pin Mill Song Lyrics (you once were my home) words Len Dee music trad Capo 5th. Tune of The Ash Grove. The song is a nostalgic look back at a place I used to sail from in East Anglia. Len.
Beneath the blue skies and down by tidal waters
And way past the greyness of old Ipswich town.
Between the green valley’s, beyond the farm meadows
Lies the heaven for sailors that is known as Pin Mill
‘Twas there that Thames Barges lie waiting for orders
And sailormen gather at the Butt and Oyster.
I oft have sailed from there and spent many nights there
Oh Pin Mill, oh Pin Mill you once were my home.
When sailing the East coast, around the Thames estuary
You round in past Harwich and you’re nearly there.
With Felixstowe starb’d and Shotley afore ye
And the tide flowing with you then well would you fare.
I well can recall of the joys that I felt then
The moment you know that you’ll soon be ashore.
And dream of a pint at the old Butt and Oyster
Oh Pin Mill oh Pin Mill you once were my home.
There’s many a summer I spent there at anchor
Just watching the barges as they sailed on their way.
Or ashore by the boatyards I watch the men working
Their craft is like magic, I envy them so.
Or a drink at the bar with the sailormen resting
And hear of their tales of the sea long ago.
I cherish these memories so deep in my heart now
Oh Pin Mill oh Pin Mill you once were my home.
I well can recall of the joys that I felt then
The moment you know that you’ll soon be ashore.
And dream of a pint at the old Butt and Oyster
Oh Pin Mill oh Pin Mill you once were my home.
Oh Pin Mill Song Lyrics (you once were my home) words Len Dee music trad Capo 5th. Tune of The Ash Grove. The song is a nostalgic look back at a place I used to sail from in East Anglia. Len.
Beneath the blue skies and down by tidal waters
And way past the greyness of old Ipswich town.
Between the green valley’s, beyond the farm meadows
Lies the heaven for sailors that is known as Pin Mill
‘Twas there that Thames Barges lie waiting for orders
And sailormen gather at the Butt and Oyster.
I oft have sailed from there and spent many nights there
Oh Pin Mill, oh Pin Mill you once were my home.
When sailing the East coast, around the Thames estuary
You round in past Harwich and you’re nearly there.
With Felixstowe starb’d and Shotley afore ye
And the tide flowing with you then well would you fare.
I well can recall of the joys that I felt then
The moment you know that you’ll soon be ashore.
And dream of a pint at the old Butt and Oyster
Oh Pin Mill oh Pin Mill you once were my home.
There’s many a summer I spent there at anchor
Just watching the barges as they sailed on their way.
Or ashore by the boatyards I watch the men working
Their craft is like magic, I envy them so.
Or a drink at the bar with the sailormen resting
And hear of their tales of the sea long ago.
I cherish these memories so deep in my heart now
Oh Pin Mill oh Pin Mill you once were my home.
I well can recall of the joys that I felt then
The moment you know that you’ll soon be ashore.
And dream of a pint at the old Butt and Oyster
Oh Pin Mill oh Pin Mill you once were my home.
Schooldays Lyrics By Len Dee
The melody is Cotton fields, I normally introduce this by saying "Growing up in ''Souf'' London I know ''nufink'' about Cotton fields" and then add "to those who say schooldays are the best days of your life, I say get a life".
I remember those days at school
When the teachers treat you like fools,
And was cool to be a rebel and break the rules.
You know I don’t have no regrets,
Though sometimes I wish I could forget
Them old schooldays way back then.
Saw too much street fighting
Sometimes it was frightening
In them old schooldays way back then
But we learnt to be streetwise
And somehow learnt to survive
In them old schooldays way back then
Bridge
The prefects were arse lickers
Always out to get us
In them old schooldays way back then
But was good to be a rebel
Until back home I could pedal
From them old schooldays way back then.
Repeat 2nd verse
The melody is Cotton fields, I normally introduce this by saying "Growing up in ''Souf'' London I know ''nufink'' about Cotton fields" and then add "to those who say schooldays are the best days of your life, I say get a life".
I remember those days at school
When the teachers treat you like fools,
And was cool to be a rebel and break the rules.
You know I don’t have no regrets,
Though sometimes I wish I could forget
Them old schooldays way back then.
Saw too much street fighting
Sometimes it was frightening
In them old schooldays way back then
But we learnt to be streetwise
And somehow learnt to survive
In them old schooldays way back then
Bridge
The prefects were arse lickers
Always out to get us
In them old schooldays way back then
But was good to be a rebel
Until back home I could pedal
From them old schooldays way back then.
Repeat 2nd verse
