How can I make this little ball of twine
into a jacket of green so fine?
Cry when your sweetheart sends a letter of goodbye
You've a long line and a short time
and memory lane is a one-way ride
Rosy had a tea cosy crocheted hat
she had the latest frock but still felt like the odd sock
Saw an old shoe on the beach
unlocked a memory out of reach
Rosy had a white dog with a black spot
she had a green bird on a red perch
Had a cat that would not stay
called him Mr Runaway
How can I make this place of my birth
into my little patch of earth?
All the days that shaped me
the stories at my Fathers knee
The field of view that made me see
And in real terms at the end of the day
it's only just all word play
into a jacket of green so fine?
Cry when your sweetheart sends a letter of goodbye
You've a long line and a short time
and memory lane is a one-way ride
Rosy had a tea cosy crocheted hat
she had the latest frock but still felt like the odd sock
Saw an old shoe on the beach
unlocked a memory out of reach
Rosy had a white dog with a black spot
she had a green bird on a red perch
Had a cat that would not stay
called him Mr Runaway
How can I make this place of my birth
into my little patch of earth?
All the days that shaped me
the stories at my Fathers knee
The field of view that made me see
And in real terms at the end of the day
it's only just all word play