Away from all the city life Away from all the dust Isolated streets of ours Where everyone we trust Everything is quiet here You only hear the birds A whistle in the trees at dawn Its breakfast time Every garden has a friend Old men seats and old bookends Stories of when they were boys A long long time ago Uncle Tom and Uncle Fred Open fires and homemade bread These little things stay in my head I never will forget This little town Where I was born This little town, our home This little town Back home in this little town I've been around the world and seen Things we see in magazines Still I don't know what they mean When its better over there I think of all the things we had Our memories some good some bad Some make me feel very sad I never will forget This little town where I was born This little town, our home This little town Back home in this little town Well some things have had to change More or less they're much the same Corner shop and park remain Good evening sir to you Local hospitality And down to earth reality The people here like you and me We're really glad to be in This little town Where I was born This little town, our home This little town Back home in this little town