A Place Called Farringdon

A mile away my steed turns gay and breaks into a frisky cantor

As we near the gates my cow lactates when at tall green fields she takes a gander

And my heart beats fast as I touch the grass of the home of which there is none grander

For long I've yearned for my return to a special place called Farringdon Manor

A place called Farringdon, where you're happy and you're free.

A place called Farringdon, is where I long to be.

A room for two and a hearty stew and a tasty brew they will decanter

The Mrs. there with her nut-brown hair and her light green eyes - quite the enchanter

The guests who stay will make your day with their razor wits and playful banter

So join with me and then you'll see 'bout the special place called Farringdon Manor

A place called Farringdon, where you're happy and you're free

A place called Farringdon, oh won't you come with me.

The gardens bloom a sweet perfume of daffodils and oleander

The loyal hound surveys the grounds with watchful eye but gentle manner

And though I part I leave my heart at the place for which I'll raise the banner

And firmly say I'll return one day to that special place called Farringdon Manor.

A place called Farringdon, where you're happy and you're free

A place called Farringdon, is the only place for me.