[Verse]
One fine day by the old mill stream,
There lived this girl and her name was Annabell and she,
Lived there with her ma and da,
Did this girl and her name, her name was Annabell.

She was sweet as the flowers in May,
Till one day she ran away from home,
And packed her things and took to the road,
With the few possessions in a case
She borrowed from a friend.

[Chorus]
But the neon signs of Dublin made her dizzy for a while,
She's looking for the brighter things she's found there, not her style,
She'll head across the water where she hopes there's brighter things,
This bird has taken wings, she looks for brighter things,
For discontentment brings resentment as this girl looks for excitement.

[Verse]
In a house on the Old Kent Road,
There lived this girl and her name was Annabell,
And she lives there in the small abode,
In a lonely room and there she's feeling lost amongst the crowd.

And every morning at half past eight,
Down she goes through the factory gate,
And clocks her card in the factory hall,
And for eight hours, you know, this girl,
Puts pickles in a jar.

[Chorus]
But the neon signs of London made her dizzy for a while,
She's looking for the quieter things she's found there, not her style,
She'll head across the water where she knows there's quieter things,
This bird has taken wings, she looks for quieter things,
For discontentment brings resentment as this girl looks for contentment.

[Outro]
La, la la, la...,
La, la la, la...,
La, la la, la...,
There's nowhere else like home.