Set in the 30’s and 40’s coal mines and poverty, tin baths and coal fires.
Familiar steps outside the door
The thud of his feet as he stamps the floor,
Turn of the key in the front door lock
His weather worn face an emotion less rock.
Ma anticipates always the worst , up from her chair avoiding his curse.
Where’s the hot water I need my bath ,
I’ve been working all day so my family wont starve
A Man deserves the respect of this house
Stop snivelling Boy what are you a mouse?
Pa cant you see all I want is your love
I try to be good and I try to be tough,
If only you’d life me and ruffle my hair
Say I’m your Boy that you’ll always be there
There are times when alls cheerful happy and good
Laughter rings out just as it should
But to count the good times and count the Bad
So many memories so many sad.
Now I am grown the seed is now sewn
Soon there will be a Babe of our own
Oh Pa Oh Pa if you could just see,
The Pride in my heart
Did you have it for me?
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