Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Home Newcastle, artist - BuskerDate of issue: 31.12.1985
Song language: English
Home Newcastle |
| Ah had te come te London, |
| Coz ah couldn’t find ay job, |
| But ah don’t intend te stay long, |
| If ah make ay few quick bob |
| It’s cold up there it Summer, |
| It’s like sitting inside ay fridge, |
| But ah wish ah was on the Quayside, |
| Looking at the owld Tyne Bridge' |
| Ahm coming home Newcastle, |
| Ah might as well ay been in jail, |
| Ahd walk the streets al day al neet, |
| For ay bottle ay ye own Brown Ale, |
| Ahm coming home Newcastle, |
| If ye never win the Cup again, |
| Ahl brave the dark at St. James’s Park, |
| At the Gallowgate End in the rain, |
| Ahm coming home… |
| And ahm proud te be ay Geordie, |
| And te live in Geordie land, |
| Some people think wi bowdy, |
| And wi hard te understand, |
| And they say it’s just self pitty, |
| And wi not so very tough, |
| Coz the people in the big fat City, |
| Haven’t had it half as rough, |
| Ahm coming home Newcastle, |
| Ye can keep ye London wine, |
| Ahd walk the streets al day al neet, |
| For ay bottle ay the River Tyne, |
| Ahm coming home Newcastle, |
| Ah wish ahd never been away, |
| Ahd kiss the ground for the welcome sound, |
| Of me mother saying hinny howay, |
| Ahm coming home… |
| And ah miss the auld blind busker, |
| Who stands at Fenwicks door, |
| He plays ay mean accordion, |
| Ye’ve arl seen him there before |
| And ah love the Geordie heroes, |
| There’s so many famous names, |
| Like Lindisfarne and Gazza, |
| Brendan Foster and the Gateshead games |
| Ahm coming home Newcastle, |
| Ah might as well ay been in jail, |
| Ahd walk the streets al day al neet, |
| For ay bottle ay ye own Brown Ale, |
| Ahm coming home Newcastle, |
| If ye never win the Cup again, |
| Ahl brave the dark at St. James’s Park, |
| At the Gallowgate End in the rain |
| Ahm coming home Newcastle, |
| Ye can keep ye London wine, |
| Ahd walk the streets al day al neet, |
| For ay bottle ay the River Tyne, |
| Ahm coming home Newcastle, |
| Ah wish ahd never been away, |
| Ahd kiss the ground for the welcome sound, |
| Of me mother saying hinny howay |
| Ahm coming home Newcastle, |
| Ah might as well ay been in jail, |
| Ahd walk the streets al day al neet, |
| For ay bottle ay ye own Brown Ale, |
| Ahm coming home Newcastle, |
| If ye never win the Cup again, |
| Ahl brave the dark at St. James’s Park, |
| At the Gallowgate End in the rain, |
| Ahm coming home Newcastle… |