We met and we married a long time ago,
we worked for long hours when wages were low.
No T.V. No Wireless, no bath, times were hard,
just a cold water tap and a walk in the yard.
No holidays abroad, no carpets on floors,
we had coal on the fire and we didn't lock doors.
Our children arrived, no pill in those days,
and we brought them up, without any state aid.
They were safe, going out to play in the park,
and old folk could go for walks in the dark.
No vallium no drugs and no LSD,
We cured most of our ills, with a good cup of tea.
No vandals, no muggings, there was nothing to rob,
We felt we were rich with a couple of bob.
People were happy in those far-off days,
Kinder and caring in so many ways.
Milkman and paper-boy would whistle and sing,
a night at the pictures was our one mad fling.
We got our share of trouble and strife,
we just had to face it, that's the pattern of life.
Now I am alone and look back through the years,
I don't think of the bad times, trouble and tears.
I remember the Blessings, our home and our love
and that we shared them together, I thank God above.