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Eric Hill - HLHS
Guest
Dear Elaine (love letters)
From that first day when I met you, I knew that you would be
The girl I’d love forever, until eternity
I asked you out and you said “yes” my heart was full of pride
Years later you said, “yes” again, you agreed to be my Bride
We married at St Andrews, in July of seventy-three
I left my home at Bromford, and joined your family
After six months we got lucky, we’d saved, bought this and that
We got ourselves our first home, in a Chelmsley high rise flat
We tried for children straight away, but it was not to be
It took four years of heartache, until Sarah made us three
Young Eric came in seventy-nine, our family now was four
We was so proud and happy, we could ask for nothing more
Now thirty years have past us, our kids will soon move on
But we will still be Lovers, still together, still as one
Our Wench
Our Wench has had a Babby; she’s named her little Chloe
Our Chloe weighed in at eight pound one, on April the eighth you know
She’s me first and only Grandchild, the apple of me eye
I’ve told our Wench ter get cracking
This time I want a Boy!
Why Dad Why
Where does the sun go at night-time
My son once asked of me
And where does the moon go in day-time
He asked so seriously
I struggled to find an answer
That he could understand
Like how the earth keeps spinning
And how the planets travel around
But suddenly I looked down
At blue eyes and blond curled head
I could only give one answer
I said son they go to bed
Our Dad and Me
We used to sneak off fishing, my old Dad and me
To anywhere there was water, that was where we’d be
Ward End Park or Edgebaston, the Severn at Holt-Fleet
Alrewas on the River Trent, or Claines where the rivers meet
The Fazeley cut up Tyburn road, or Lapworth Pounds we’d go
Not only in the summer, We’ve been in sleet and snow
We’d be away from home for hours, catch the early morning Bus
Then sit down and start fishing, just the two of us
We’d take cold bacon sarnies, a great big flask of Tea
Half a loaf of buttered toast, and a bag of Crisps (for me)
Our Dads passed on now (bless him), he’s just a memory
But if he come back tomorrow
I know just where he’d be
From that first day when I met you, I knew that you would be
The girl I’d love forever, until eternity
I asked you out and you said “yes” my heart was full of pride
Years later you said, “yes” again, you agreed to be my Bride
We married at St Andrews, in July of seventy-three
I left my home at Bromford, and joined your family
After six months we got lucky, we’d saved, bought this and that
We got ourselves our first home, in a Chelmsley high rise flat
We tried for children straight away, but it was not to be
It took four years of heartache, until Sarah made us three
Young Eric came in seventy-nine, our family now was four
We was so proud and happy, we could ask for nothing more
Now thirty years have past us, our kids will soon move on
But we will still be Lovers, still together, still as one
Our Wench
Our Wench has had a Babby; she’s named her little Chloe
Our Chloe weighed in at eight pound one, on April the eighth you know
She’s me first and only Grandchild, the apple of me eye
I’ve told our Wench ter get cracking
This time I want a Boy!
Why Dad Why
Where does the sun go at night-time
My son once asked of me
And where does the moon go in day-time
He asked so seriously
I struggled to find an answer
That he could understand
Like how the earth keeps spinning
And how the planets travel around
But suddenly I looked down
At blue eyes and blond curled head
I could only give one answer
I said son they go to bed
Our Dad and Me
We used to sneak off fishing, my old Dad and me
To anywhere there was water, that was where we’d be
Ward End Park or Edgebaston, the Severn at Holt-Fleet
Alrewas on the River Trent, or Claines where the rivers meet
The Fazeley cut up Tyburn road, or Lapworth Pounds we’d go
Not only in the summer, We’ve been in sleet and snow
We’d be away from home for hours, catch the early morning Bus
Then sit down and start fishing, just the two of us
We’d take cold bacon sarnies, a great big flask of Tea
Half a loaf of buttered toast, and a bag of Crisps (for me)
Our Dads passed on now (bless him), he’s just a memory
But if he come back tomorrow
I know just where he’d be