I remember daddy in the park
In Lancashire we did not hear a lark
You showed me how to eat peas on my fork.
Dandelion and burdock was uncorked.
We never went to Morecambe with you then
We went to Morecambe later we our mam
I remember buying nettle tea
The cottage in a lane towards the sea.
The Ribble buses gave the poor delight
Up the valley throug11h the Pennine’s light.
We did not know that man must work to eat
To pay for shoes to put on children’s feet
We did not understand industrial life
The smoke,the mills,the labour of the wife
By the pavement edge we played new games
Skipping ropes and a marbles
Purl and plain.
We watched the boys do tricks
Upon their bikes.
Vying for girls favours in the dark
When we were young like that the body spoke
School work and hard books
Were of no note.
Daddy was not there to see me grow.
Losing him,the first and heaviest blow
How my heart sings 