Just beyond the city wall, there’s a place I often call,

Where my troubles, aches and pains all fade away.

As I don my flat brown shoes, I shrug away those midweek blues,

As I step down on the green, green grass to play. 

Barnwood, Barnwood, the best bowling club in town.

Two woods, four woods, we’ll bring all comers down.

Bowl ‘em short, Bowl ‘em long,

We can have a right ding-dong.

We can build up a head,

Or smash it to bits instead.

Barnwood, Barnwood, the best bowling club in town.

Go tell your sister,

The best bowling club in town.    (Click   to play)

Author and Singer   Dai Jones