Come drive me down to the central station I hate to leave my River Tyne For some damn town that's god-forsaken Fare thee well, Northumberland Although I'll go where the lady takes me She'll never tell what's in her hand I do not know what fate awaits me Fare thee well, Northumberland
My heart beats for my streets and alleys Longs to dwell in the borderlands The north-east shore and the river valleys Fare thee well Northumberland I may not stay, I'm bound for leaving I'm bound to ramble and to roam I only say my heart is grieving I would not gamble on my coming home
Roll on, Geordie boy, roll Roll on, Geordie boy, roll Roll on, Geordie boy, roll Roll on, Geordie boy, roll
So drive me down to the central station I hate to leave my River Tyne For some damn town that's god-forsaken Goodbye old friend of mine Although I'll go where the lady takes me She'll never tell what's in her hand I do not know what fate awaits me Fare thee well, Northumberland
So roll on, Geordie boy, roll Roll on, Geordie boy, roll Roll on, Geordie boy, roll Roll on, Geordie boy, rollTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
