A White In Shining Armour
Now that the summer's here we'll go to Filey.
Cayton Bay or sunny Reighton Gap
Going to where the sun wakes o'er the North sea,
Golden beaches for the waves to lap,
And then beneath romantic Yorkshire moonlight,
the smell of fish and chips floats on the breeze
silhoutted 'gainst the beams from flambro lighthouse
in white and blue and yellow she's from Leeds---
Stars now fading so fast behind the sea fret,
cooling whispers are hushing from the sea
one of those magic nights just made for lovers
see the caravans rocking to the beat....
Often sat in the Revie stand I see her
Out of reach but she's never out of sight
Longing to be her white in shining armour
with luck maybe this could be my night...
Stars now fading so fast behind the seafret
And cooling whispers are hushing from the sea
It's just one of those nights just made for lovers
See the caravans rocking to the beat...
Often sat in the Revie stand I see her
Out of reach but she's never out of sight
Longing to be her White in shining armour
With luck maybe this just could be the night...
Bought her half then I took her to the chip shop
drunken Geordies were farting in the que.
then I knelt upon the turf In Gods own County
and asked her "can I spend my life with you?"....
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A White In Shining Armour was written by a koppite and a life
long fan. Known around the Leeds United forums as Laughing Leeds Fan. This is just one of many songs from
Laughing Leeds Fan who has his own site 'electronickop.com' Visit there for his full ensemble complete
with audio midi files.
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