Rick From Portsmouth

Not one recognized him on the street as he walked up and down He felt like a stranger in his old Hometown A stranger to everyone that he did meet And even a stranger on his old home street When he went for a holiday to there last year in May Rick from Portsmouth had been forty years away He says I will never go back there again But fond memories of what used to be I retain He says in this Country till I die I will stay And under Australian earth my remains will lay I'll never again hear Atlantic waves roar And crash against the rocky cliffs of England's shore And Portsmouth now to him just a memory The Town he was raised in by the Atlantic Sea.