Lyrics

Stroud Life

This is my home
Out in the hills
It's been over six years
Since I moved out of town
Far away from the smoke
And the grind of commercial wheels going round and round
Adapting my ways
And slowing right down

Every Sunday
Holy Trinity church bells chime
Every weekday
You can find us in the pub at closing time

Look at those sheep
Out in the fields
They're all jumping around
And twitching their tails
They've got a spring in their step
As the sun shines down on their backs beneath the old green oaks
Busy growing the wool
For next year's gloves

See all them cows
Out on the heath
They're all hoofing around
And grinding their teeth
Causing traffic delays
And stealing all the sweet new shoots that the gardeners have grown
Laying around
On the golf course greens

See all of those folk
Out on the town
They're all buying their stuff
All locally grown
International acclaim
For the farmers market held every Saturday
A colourful bunch
With their alternative ways

Every Sunday
Holy Trinity church bells chime
Every weekday
You can find us in the pub after closing time

Sha la la la
Stroud life
Sha la la la
Stroud life
Sha la la la
Let's hear it for Stroud life
Sha la la la
Stroud life