Harrow on the Hill

When melancholy autumn comes to Wembley
And electric trains are lighted after tea
The poplars near the stadium are trembly
With their tap and tap and whispering to me
Like the sound of little breakers
Spreading out along the surf line
When the estuary is filling with the sea
Like the sound of little breakers
Spreading out along the surf line
When the estuary is filling with the sea

Then Harrow-on-the-hill's a rocky island

And Harrow churchyard full of sailors' graves

And the constant click and kissing
Of the trolley bus's hissing
Is the level to the wind's downturned two waves
And the rumble of the railway
Is the thunder of the rollers
As they gather up for plunging into caves
And the rumble of the railway
Is the thunder of the rollers
As they gather up for plunging into caves

There's a storm cloud to the westward over Kenton

There's a line of harbour lights at Perry Vale

Is it rounding rough Pentire
In a flood of sunset fire
The little fleet of trawlers under sail?
Can those boards be only rooftops
As they stream along the skyline
In a race for Port and Padstow with the gale?
Can those boards be only rooftops
As they stream along the skyline
In a race for Port and Padstow with the gale?

When melancholy autumn comes to Wembley
And electric trains are lighted after tea
The poplars near the stadium are trembly
With their tap and tap and whispering to me