A song of (basically truthful) childhood reminiscences, 3 verses with three quite separate melodic sections in each verse.
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Story behind the song
A song of (basically truthful) childhood reminiscences, 3 verses with three quite separate melodic sections in each verse. It always seemed to go down well at the Red Cow and I recorded it here almost straight to retain its child-like quality
Lyrics
When I was small there was a time I recall
A bell would chime but I would fall
It was more fun to play football
But grey hair band glasses peering at me
I stated my case but they wouldnt agree
They said I was wrong and that I should be
A little more preoccupied with division and things like that
My granny just looked up with pride as I stopped to stroke her cat
Days came and went and never seemed to make a dent
And if I screamed people repented I had a dream but I lent
It to a stream that I frequented
Whenever the day was sunny and fine
Id go to the park with tackle and line
I never caught much but I had a good time
And sometimes people told me off for scaring away the fish
My dog would always wag his tail when I fed him from my dish
Girls there were some among the others there was one
And with her brother I would come and watch with mother with her mum
For they had a telly got BBC
The aerial was as high as our tree
That I used to climb because I could see
Away above the houses over to the local park
I used to watch the mice run in our greenhouse after dark