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Clun Shropshire
The Sun at Clun church,
crooked bridge and castle.
Offa's dyke,village shop
and silence . . . . . . .
Shropshire's dreaming best,
Housman,'quietest place on earth'.
Been there, drank in the Sun,
they never said a word,
this is Shropshire,
that's what it's like !
Leave them alone
and they'll stay home,
waving goodbye as you go.
Far from the world we know
artics on the forty nine,
traffic lights, roundabouts
and super-market trolleys
I don't go back as oft I did
the hair-pin to the bridge
up and on to Knighton,
a world I can no longer grasp
I am of another far away,
traffic-lights and roundabouts,
dreaming of the Sun at Clun
crooked bridge and castle.
crooked bridge and castle.
Offa's dyke,village shop
and silence . . . . . . .
Shropshire's dreaming best,
Housman,'quietest place on earth'.
Been there, drank in the Sun,
they never said a word,
this is Shropshire,
that's what it's like !
Leave them alone
and they'll stay home,
waving goodbye as you go.
Far from the world we know
artics on the forty nine,
traffic lights, roundabouts
and super-market trolleys
I don't go back as oft I did
the hair-pin to the bridge
up and on to Knighton,
a world I can no longer grasp
I am of another far away,
traffic-lights and roundabouts,
dreaming of the Sun at Clun
crooked bridge and castle.
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