The loveliness of Newcastle seems somehow sadly gay
The glory that was Durham is of another day
I've been terribly alone and forgotten in Fresno
I'm going home to my city by the Bay
I left my heart in Hetton le Hole
High on a hill, it calls to me
To be where little cars climb halfway to the stars
The morning fog may chill the air, I don't care
My love waits there in Hetton le hole
Above the blue and windy sea
When I come home to you, Hetton le Hole
Your golden sun will shine for me
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