Come what may

When they closed down my favourite record store I shed a little tear I used to buy my vinyl With my pocket money here Slowly all my childhood Has been ripped out of this town The bulldozers are coming in My memories falling down The bar where I drank my first beer And floated in the stratosphere It’s now a store sells fancy goods And smelly things and bath time suds The sports shop where I bought my cue For playing pool and snooker too Is now an empty vacant shell

Graffiti covered hard to sell 

The place I used to buy my shirts

What's happening to my town sure hurts The market now is dank and cold And all the stalls they look so old

They keep on bumping up the rent

Throughout the town the same lament

The news agents has gone away

They had too many bills to pay

Now everybody shops on line

For everything from boots to wine

It seems the high street's had its day

But I'll still shop here come what may

We were a nation of shop keepers

But we were always bargin seekers

Your local traders need support

Its sad to see they all fall short

Now footfall at its lowest ever

Some try to blame it on the weather

Say it's too cold or it's too wet

The sun's out it's too hot and yet

They use the shops on holiday

So that excuse they overplay

I miss the days the high street thrived 

And hope that it can be revived.