Lyrics by bernie taupin
Available on the album caribou
As I lay dreaming in my bed
Across the great divide
I thought I heard the trawler boats
Returning on the tide
And in this vision of my home
The shingle beach did ring
I saw the lights along the pier
That made my senses sing
Oh oh grimsby, a thousand delights
Couldnt match the sweet sights
Of my grimsby
Oh england youre fair
But theres none to compare with my grimsby
Through nights of mad youth
I have loved every sluice in your harbour
And in your wild sands from boyhood to man
Strangers have found themselves fathers
Take me back you rustic town
I miss your magic charm
Just to smell your candy floss
Or drink in the skinners arms
No cordon bleu can match the beauty
Of your pies and peas
I want to ride your fairground
Take air along the quay