J
Jerry
Guest
The house of my childhood, I remember it well, two up and one down, no electric.
I shared a small bedroom with my two older brothers, there was me and our John and our Mick
A gas mantle downstairs was our only light, for upstairs we just had the candles at night
When bedtime arrived we’d all say our prayers ( true ) then Mum with a candle would guide us upstairs
She’d put us to bed, we’d all say goodnight, then Mum would depart, and with her, the light
I was never afraid, in the dark of the night, I had my brothers to talk to so that was alright
Now being so young we were never allowed to get up before mum in the morning
So if I woke early I’d lie there and wait, watching the day slowly dawning
But with no radios, watches or clocks in those days how could we tell the right time
We had a pendulum clock on the mantle downstairs, just listen and wait for the chime.
One, two, three, four, five, six, chiming away, marking the hours to the start of the day
Giving me comfort when I couldn’t sleep, as alone in the darkness I lay
Well now Mum is gone and so is her light and so I will see them no more
And I wish I could hear that clock chime once again, like it did back when I was just four
I shared a small bedroom with my two older brothers, there was me and our John and our Mick
A gas mantle downstairs was our only light, for upstairs we just had the candles at night
When bedtime arrived we’d all say our prayers ( true ) then Mum with a candle would guide us upstairs
She’d put us to bed, we’d all say goodnight, then Mum would depart, and with her, the light
I was never afraid, in the dark of the night, I had my brothers to talk to so that was alright
Now being so young we were never allowed to get up before mum in the morning
So if I woke early I’d lie there and wait, watching the day slowly dawning
But with no radios, watches or clocks in those days how could we tell the right time
We had a pendulum clock on the mantle downstairs, just listen and wait for the chime.
One, two, three, four, five, six, chiming away, marking the hours to the start of the day
Giving me comfort when I couldn’t sleep, as alone in the darkness I lay
Well now Mum is gone and so is her light and so I will see them no more
And I wish I could hear that clock chime once again, like it did back when I was just four
Lovely as always
