It's Nice To Be Out In The Morning Lyrics - Hermans Hermits

It's nice to be out in the morning 

When you've got somewhere to go 

But seeing the same old faces 

That can make you feel so low 

Ardwick Green where the grass is grey 

Beswick, Hulme, and Harpurhey 

Whalley Range where the tomcats roam 

They're not the sights of Rome 

But it's home 

It's nice to be out in the morning 

When you've got somewhere to go 

But seeing the same old places 

That can make you feel so low 

Besses o' the Barn where the brass bands blow 

Home of the heights where the chimneys grow 

Boggart Hall Clough with its concrete flowers 

It's not the Taj Mahal 

But it's ours 

But the town is people more than things 

It's the mums and dads and kids and love that give it life 

Oh, it's nice to be out in the morning 

When you've got somewhere to go 

But seeing the same old places 

That can make you feel so low 

United's ground where the champions score 

A hundred goals to the reds stand's roar 

And Bobby Charlton, Best and Law 

It's a most fantastic day 

When they play 

It's nice to be out in the morning 

When you've got somewhere to go 

It makes you feel good when you're riding 

To the places that you know 

Ardwick Green where the grass is grey 

Beswick, Hulme, and Harpurhey 

Whalley Range where the tomcats roam 

They're not the sights of Rome 

But it's home