Verse 1

She looked out at the grey surrounding the skies
Cars would pass the A3, yes they would drive
Tall buildings and fog, offices stacked
Oh the shard and the gherkin and the tall flats

Such surrounding noise lost in a fog
Dreams of leaving the pigeons and the yappy dogs
Float away far away from the big city
In a land that welcomes all fountains of green

Chorus

Calling, calling on Guildford (calling)
Calling, calling on Guildford (calling)
Calling, calling on Guildford (calling)
Calling, calling

Verse 2

To the place that is cold further up North
Cobbled streets, narrow roads, call on old York
Where the parties are loud and they drink until three
Hide away in the liquor and the nicotine

She escaped from the land where the colours are bright
Where the folks were so rude; here they’re polite
But this grass is too green and the roads too small
And the castle looks like somewhere of old

Chorus

Calling, calling on Guildford (calling)
Calling, calling on Guildford (calling)
Calling, calling on Guildford (calling)
Calling, calling

La la la la la la, la la la la x4

Verse 3

Well she went and she found a new land to thrive
Where the shops stuck out more boasting big signs
Medicine treats the liquor and the bitter
Mix of trees, concrete and the river

Touch the heart as you may for that lies home
Not the streets, nor the signs but the hole in your soul
Filled the empty with light built up anew
And now home was bound as she finally knew.

End

Date written: 10/12/16
© Zarina Macha