I’m moving out, I’m going,
I’m developing my career,
I’m facing down my fear;
I leaving Manchester and you
I’m leaving YOU behind.
Where am I going?
Doesn’t matta,
You have no way of knowin’;
It’s at the beginnin’ of the end
I’m abandonin’ the trend
I’m leaving YOU behind.
What am I doing?
Nowt to do with you;
I am takin’ over the world
Takin’ on anythin’ that’s hurled
I wanna make a go of IT
Don’t care if it works out...
I’m leaving YOU behind.
Where is Loveclough?
Bloody nowhere!
Inbetween a rock and a hole
Distinctly lacking its own soul;
Rolling hills and nature full in bloom,
Unfortunately a young man’s tomb
BUT I’m leaving YOU behind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem