A salt smell drives itself into nostrils two/ A huge giant symbol of pride blasts it's cannons loud/ It ploughs thru' water as if it weren't there/ And everyone claps and cheers and shouts.
The shops sell vampire teeth and ships in their berth/ The fish and chips are huge/ Why aren't all our towns this serene?/ I am in Happy Town. I am in Whitby.
Whitby, where the Count was borne/ Whitby, Kingdom of Goths the whole world over/ Whitby, where I wrote words and thought of babes/ Whitby, where I learnt I need change.
I had a break and I liked it/ I thought of Her and I missed Her/ You know Her and I know Her/ But my mind has accepted the negative bit/ And I'll move on.
I'll move on/ I will grow/ I will write/ I will earn/
One day soon, maybe I'll earn/ The love of a free soul, an angel not tied down.