At last the summer's come I'll catch a train from smoky Brum, Tenby bound, that's where I'm going, I'm nearly there, the train is slowing.

Station smart, all nice and neat, Hanging baskets, what a treat, I'm very tired after the long trip, Can't wait to eat and have a kip.

I'll find some digs and rest my feet, As I struggle with my case up Warren Street, It's vacancies I'm looking for As I see a landlady standing by her door.

"Can you fix me up?" I ask. "Of course, love," she said, "Is it breakfast you want, and a bed?" I've loved Tenby from the start Every time I left it broke my heart.

But now I've lived here for many a year, But I will always remember, as an old Brummy fella, Those lovely welcome stays at 'Langdon Villa.'

Bob Lowe, Tenby.