I come from the land of the Wessex down   From the Hampshire hills near Winchester town   In the country where the soft South rivers flow down   To English channel I roam, this is where I call home   I sing for my supper and I'm pretty well fed   My cross is silent and I make my bed   Where I can find a crown and somewhere to lay my head   And the travelling day is done, and all my songs have been sung      But honey I was lonely on the road, I was all on my own   Hanging outside at the back of a death metal show   I saw you standing there with your hair down low   A kink in your step that made me want to know   If you would like to take me home   Who'd of thought that a French kiss from a Parisian girl could capture an English boy      She comes from the channels of a distant shore   From the land of revolution and eyes in court   From the Kings blood stain on a tricolour   And the culture a little too high, for an English boy like me   She doesn't know the Island I grew up upon   The valleys and the hills that I've roamed along   And she doesn't like my clothes and she doesn't like my songs   But she's still my Mademoiselle and it goes to show you never can tell.      Cos she was a quiet one   She was a shy one   She was the prettiest at the show   She crept up so slowly   She crept up behind me   But still she pretended that she didn't know   But all that she thinks of me, and she kissed me   And she's yet to let me go though I'm far away   Across of sea I'm singing for the hope that she would ever remember me      So honey when you're lonely on the road, you're all on your own   Hanging outside at the back of the country show   Picture me there with hat down low   A smile upon my face to let you know   That I would like to take you home   That I would like to take you home, to the hills that I know   I would like to take you home, to the places I go   I would like to take you home   And that's the way that a French kiss from an English boy can capture a Parisian girl