I must go back againo
To Easton in Gordano
That's the place where I was born
On the twenty-first of May
I saw the light of day
On a bright and sunny summer's morn
Oh the cocks'll be crowin'
The farmers all a-mowin'
The birds will sing so merrily
For in sunshine or in raino
Easton in Gordano is the place for I to be
I must go back againo
To Easton in Gordano
To see the old folks there
Where the summery summer breeze
Is full of bread of cheese
To sniff once more that tangy river air
Oh the lads I'll be seein'
There'll be some "How bist thee"-in'
From Sheephouse Lane to Portbury
And there's no need to explaino
That Easton in Gordano is the place for I to be
I must go back againo
To Easton in Gordano
Can't stay away no more
I shan't be satisfied
Till I'm by the Avon side
Standing again down by the old Pill shore
When I get back yonder
No more will I wander
Far from the Kings Arms or Rudgleigh
And no more I'll complaino
Cos Easton in Gordano is the place for I to be
I must go back againo
To Easton in Gordano
Down there in the west
I've searched the whole land over
From John O'Groats to Dover
I still say that Gordano is the best
Thee canst talk of Chewton Mendip
Or Burnham by the sea
Good old Shepton Mallett or Chipping Sodbury
For in sunshine or in raino
Easton in Gordano is the place for I to be