One by one by one, we saw the stars.
One by one by one, they closed the bars.
And one by one, we all went back to Mars,
From Winchester.

One by one, the evening shadows fell.
One by one by one, we heard the bell.
And I remember more than I can tell,
From Winchester.

Maybe there's no one there at all.
Maybe there's no one left who cared.
Maybe there's no one there but Paul,
Living in Shawford after all these years.

Standing in the Talbot, in my flares.
Far-out-Phil and Pat were always there,
And if you go then, baby, I don't care.
Winchester.

Water meadows curling 'round the hill.
Water meadows curling 'round the hill.
Bodies in the stream - I see them still.
Bodies in the stream - I see them still.
And I don't want to hurt you, but I will.
This is Winchester.

Maybe there's no one there at all.
Maybe there's no one left who cared.
Maybe there's no one there but Paul,
Living in Shawford after all these years.

Walking through the dark,
Towards your door.
Walking through the dark,
Towards your door.

Listen to the groovers - how they snore.
Listen to the groovers - how they snore.
And I just didn't know what love was for.

In Winchester.
In Winchester,
There's nowhere at all. (Nowhere.)

In Winchester,
There's nowhere at all. (Nowhere.)

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Writer(s): ROBYN HITCHCOCK