Lyrics
[verse]
I'm gonna walk these old streets one more time
Past the corner shop and the chip shop sign
No need for reasons, no need to explain
Just me and the pavement and the London rain
[verse]
They tell me I should travel, see the wider view
Find my roots in something bigger, something new
But I keep coming back to the same old square
Where the pigeons gather and the market's there
[chorus]
Give me my hometown glory, give me my own backyard
Give me the buses and the corner stores and the market cars
I don't need the whole world when I've got this street
There's a kind of glory in the ground beneath my feet
[verse]
The old man on the bench still feeds the birds
The kids still shout the same old playground words
Nothing here is fancy, nothing here is new
But it's mine, and maybe that will have to do
[chorus]
Give me my hometown glory, give me my own backyard
Give me the buses and the corner stores and the market cars
I don't need the whole world when I've got this street
There's a kind of glory in the ground beneath my feet
[bridge]
Some folks chase horizons, chase a bigger name
I just chase the corner where I learned my name
There's a kind of magic hiding in plain sight
In these tired old streets under fading light
[chorus]
Give me my hometown glory, give me my own backyard
Give me the buses and the corner stores and the market cars
I don't need the whole world when I've got this street
There's a kind of glory in the ground beneath my feet
