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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Fisherman's Friends
Performer
Imelda May
Vocals
Rupert Christie
Programming
Simon Johnson
Guitar
Jon Cleave
Vocals
Jeremy Brown
Vocals
John McDonnell
Vocals
John Lethbridge
Vocals
Jason Nicholas
Vocals
Pete Hicks
Vocals
Toby Lobb
Vocals
Marcus Bonfanti
Vocals
Jake Field
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Harry Glasson
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rupert Christie
Mixing Engineer
Simon Johnson
Producer
Sam Burden
Mixing Engineer
Marcus Locock
Engineer
Lyrics
I've stood on Cape Cornwall in the sun's evening glow
On Chywoone Hill at Newlyn to watch the fishing fleets go
Watched the sheave wheels at Geevor as they spun around
And heard the men singing as they go underground
And no one will ever move me from this land
Until the Lord calls me to sit at His hand
For this is my Eden, and I'm not alone
For this is my Cornwall and this is my home
I've left childish footsteps in the soft Sennen sand
I've chased the maids there, all giggly and tanned
I've stood on the cliff top in a westerly blow
And heard the waves thunder on the rocks far below
And no one will ever move me from this land
Until the Lord calls me to sit at His hand
For this is my Eden, and I'm not alone
For this is my Cornwall and this is my home
First thing in the morning, on Chapel Carn Brea
To gaze at the Scillies in the blue far away
For this is my Cornwall, and I'll tell you why
Because I was born here and here I shall die
And no one will ever move me from this land
Until the Lord calls me to sit at His and
For this is my Eden, and I'm not alone
For this is my Cornwall and this is my home
For this is my Cornwall and this is my home
Writer(s): Phillip Harry Glasson
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