Let me tell you all a little story of the things I've found
Hanging out and drinking with my friends in the cathedral grounds
And later dodging drunks as we danced a jig down Jewry Street
Making stupid faces, hitting hi-fives with all the folks we meet

There's something about coming back to your hometown again
The place where you grew up and where you got to know your friends
And though none of them still live here and I've nowhere else to go
I know Winchester will always be my home

Let me tell you all a little story of the things I've lost
Huddling for warmth on the top step of the Buttercross
Sitting on the benches by the bridges at the riverside
Counting down the hours til the first bus cause I missed my ride

There's something about hometowns that you never can escape
The triumphs and the tragedies and tawdry little fates
And though nobody still lives here and I've nowhere else to go
I know Winchester will always be my home
Winchester will always be my home