Lyrics It's Nice to Be Out In the Morining - Herman's Hermits
It's nice to be out in the morning,
When you've got somewhere to go.
But seeing the same old faces,
That can make you feel so low.
Ardwick Green where the grass is grey,
Beswick, Hulme, and Harpurhey,
Whalley Range where the tomcats roam,
They're not the sights of Rome,
But it's home.
It's nice to be out in the morning,
When you've got somewhere to go.
But seeing the same old places,
That can make you feel so low.
Besses o' the Barn where the brass bands blow,
Home of the heights where the chimneys grow,
Boggart Hall Clough with its concrete flowers,
It's not the Taj Mahal,
But it's ours.
But the town is people more than things.
It's the mums and dads and kids and love that give it life.
Oh, it's nice to be out in the morning,
When you've got somewhere to go.
But seeing the same old places,
That can make you feel so low.
United's ground where the champions score,
A hundred goals to the reds stand's roar,
And Bobby Charlton, Best and Law,
It's a most fantastic day,
When they play.
It's nice to be out in the morning,
When you've got somewhere to go.
It makes you feel good when you're riding,
To the places that you know.
Ardwick Green where the grass is grey,
Beswick, Hulme, and Harpurhey,
Whalley Range where the tomcats roam,
They're not the sights of Rome,
But it's home.
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