Seven long years since we took that trip
Steaming day, early May as I remember it
The air was fresh and heavy with that Kai Tak Nullah smell
I see it all so clearly now, I see it all so well.
As raindrops fell and lightning danced a ballet
The old tram cars from Shau Kei Wan went rattling down the valley
Then we moved out to the country, down Hirams's lost Highway
Swinging into old Sai Kung on that dirty green 1A
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Time to go yes it's time to go
When we first came it was summer rain now we miss the melting snow
Never thought I'd hear me say these words twelve months ago
But I've seen the signs read between the lines and I guess it's time to go
Seven long years how the time has flown
Good friends have come good friends have gone and how the kids have grown
And the old men playing mahjong on the streets of Tsuen Kwan O
They bring to mind another place and time I'm a thinking it's time to go