The Year She Spent in England Songtext
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The Year She Spent in England Songtext
At the tender age of eighteen she saw nothing in that town to hold her
Nothing in the majesty of the green New England hills
She worked for one year in the office of a stock and station agent
And her nights behind the bar of the Great Britain Hotel
The boys concerned with football
And the girls concerned with bugger all
She did not spare a thought for them, bid them all adieu
Said I′m shooting through
Alone, alone, alone, alone
She thought it might be worth the pain
Alone, alone, alone, alone
She thought it would be different
But it was just the same
Was it a bigger, brighter world in London, well it was bigger that was certain
She wasn't sure who to contact so her friendships they were few
To a few friends that she left at home her letters spoke of certain pleasure
How she′d lived up to this point, my God she hardly knew
And the treasures found in Camden
She just stored them all away for her
Return back home in twelve months' time, give or take a day
Like she'd ever been away
Alone, alone, alone, alone
She thought it might be worth the pain
Alone, alone, alone, alone
She thought it would be different
But it was just the same
Now to anyone who′ll listen she′ll tell of her year in England
Of the people of the places of the fine times she will tell
She's certainly the best dancer of a Tuesday at the disco
That they built out in the car park of the Great Britain Hotel
The boys concerned with football
And the girls concerned with bugger all
They think she dances funny
Think she dresses like a fool
And her best friend knows the truth of it
Was like swimming underwater
Across the town′s Olympic pool
So cruel
Alone, alone, alone, alone
She thought it might be worth the pain
Alone, alone, alone, alone
She thought it would be different
But it was just the same
Alone, alone, alone, alone
She thought it might be worth the pain
But it was just the same
But it was just the same
It was just the same
It was just the same
It was just the same
Nothing in the majesty of the green New England hills
She worked for one year in the office of a stock and station agent
And her nights behind the bar of the Great Britain Hotel
The boys concerned with football
And the girls concerned with bugger all
She did not spare a thought for them, bid them all adieu
Said I′m shooting through
Alone, alone, alone, alone
She thought it might be worth the pain
Alone, alone, alone, alone
She thought it would be different
But it was just the same
Was it a bigger, brighter world in London, well it was bigger that was certain
She wasn't sure who to contact so her friendships they were few
To a few friends that she left at home her letters spoke of certain pleasure
How she′d lived up to this point, my God she hardly knew
And the treasures found in Camden
She just stored them all away for her
Return back home in twelve months' time, give or take a day
Like she'd ever been away
Alone, alone, alone, alone
She thought it might be worth the pain
Alone, alone, alone, alone
She thought it would be different
But it was just the same
Now to anyone who′ll listen she′ll tell of her year in England
Of the people of the places of the fine times she will tell
She's certainly the best dancer of a Tuesday at the disco
That they built out in the car park of the Great Britain Hotel
The boys concerned with football
And the girls concerned with bugger all
They think she dances funny
Think she dresses like a fool
And her best friend knows the truth of it
Was like swimming underwater
Across the town′s Olympic pool
So cruel
Alone, alone, alone, alone
She thought it might be worth the pain
Alone, alone, alone, alone
She thought it would be different
But it was just the same
Alone, alone, alone, alone
She thought it might be worth the pain
But it was just the same
But it was just the same
It was just the same
It was just the same
It was just the same
Writer(s): Michael James Thomas Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com