ISLE OF WIGHT
Music and Lyrics by Frederick George Moore
Copyright © 1966
Demophonic Music Publishing BMI
Used with permission
I can't tell her that I love her
'Cause she won't come to Ryde
She'll just stay there in Hampshire
And say I can't provide
But I love her
Across the straight
And I need her
I can't penetrate (ooh--)
Those Spithead waters
Is it fate?
Tell me ISLE OF WIGHT
Because I'm a lowly fisherman
And I lead a simple life
While she lives in Southampton
And she's drawn toward city lights
Still, I love her
Across the straight
And I need her
I can't penetrate (ooh--)
The Spithead waters
What's so bad
About the ISLE OF WIGHT?
She puts it down
Because it's a resort town
She doesn't know because she'll never go
What does she know since she's from the city
And her family takes holiday in London
I can't tell her that I love her
'Cause she won't come to Ryde
She'll just stay there in Hampshire
And say I can't provide
But I love her
Across the straight
And I need her
I can't penetrate (ooh--)
Those Spithead waters
Is it fate?
Tell me ISLE OF WIGHT
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