[Verse 1]
No matter where I wander, no matter where I roam,
I’ll always leave my heart in a place that I call home.
You can leave the lights of Vegas and the plains of Tennessee,
my little home in Cornwall’s where I’ll be.
 
[Chorus]
St. Just,   St. Just,
no place in all the world like old St. Just.
St. Just,   St. Just,
no place in all the world like old St. Just.
 
[Verse 2]
No theatres or clubland and the streets not paved with gold,
the boys that once worked in the mines they now are growing old.
They sing the songs of Cornwall in perfect harmony,
St. Just is like Heaven on Earth for me.
 
[Chorus]
St. Just,   St. Just,
no place in all the world like old St. Just.
St. Just,   St. Just,
no place in all the world like old St. Just.
 
[Verse 3]
You can walk down old Cot Valley and up through Tregeseal,
to walk down to the Cape in the sun is quite unreal.
There’s a mighty stone built Chapel, in the Lord we must all trust,
it’s a part of living here in old St. Just.
 
[Chorus]
St. Just,   St. Just,
no place in all the world like old St. Just.
St. Just,   St. Just,
no place in all the world like old St. Just.
 
[Verse 4]
The people are so Celtic and they’re proud of what they are,
but my work has taken me away and I have travelled far.
There’s many stunning places and countryside I see,
but St. Just is where I’ll always long to be.
 
[Chorus]
St. Just,   St. Just,
no place in all the world like old St. Just.
St. Just,   St. Just,
no place in all the world like old St. Just.
 
[Verse 5]
St. Just feast in November and I will sure be there
to sing with all those miners as the hounds meet in the square.
We will sing about Trelawney and raise our glasses high,
and may this spirit never ever die.
 
[End-Chorus]
St. Just,   St. Just,
no place in all the world like old St. Just.
St. Just,   St. Just,
no place in all the world like old St. Just.
No place in all the world like old St. Just,   St. Just.