Standard (EADGBE)

 The bells from the church tell me nothing has changed

 As I pass by these familiar walls

 Reassured by these feelings a warmth fills my heart

 and the memories flood back as the town gently calls

 Welcome our son who returns from afar

 with a purse full of gold and the same old guitar

 that once courted a girl as she counted the stars

 on a bridge by the mill on the brue

I smile as I see old lane house by my side

from the hillside old linley looks down

I look at this place that I still call my home

knowing she still resides in this sleepy old town

in reply to enquiry I hope and I pray

that I’ ll not be forgotten and someone will say

that she still thinks of me in the fondest of ways

my girl from the mill on the brue

for I heard from a friend it’s ten years to the day

since she wed a lad from down Glastonbury way

so I wish the both joy though my heart true will stay

to my love from the mill on the brue

it’ s been fifteen long years since I last walked these streets

and I fear there’ll pass fifteen anew

until I return to my sweet Briton town

and my love from the mill on the brue