Canvey Island girls are very hard to find
The cold and the damp makes them vanish from sight
But if you can win one she’ll prove very kind
In the fresh air of spring time and sun shining bright
I climbed the hill to find sweet Sharon
Brought her home to be my bride
But the cold and the damp of our marshland camp
Drained the colour from her cheeks
No matter what we tried, and very soon she died
Sylvia and me, we were standing side by side
As the sea walls failed, And the water poured in
Oh what a day for our love to begin
The rain poured down and the sea rolled through
But at King Canute’s we held back the tide
At King Canute’s we held back the tide
We sweetly kissed by the refinery tower
Starlight casting shadows, On the cold hard ground
There’s no better place for courting I’ve found
‘Cos the cold brought her close and desire made her warm
Tracey’s my girl, and pretty as a flower
Tracey’s my girl, and pretty as a flower |
