We met we married a long time age

We worked long hours when wages were low

No TV, no wireless, no bath, times were hard

Just a cold water tap and a walk down the yard

No holidays abroad, no posh carpets on the floor

But we had coal on the fire and we didn’t lock doors

Our children arrived, no pills in those days

And we brought them up without any state aid

They were quite safe to go and play in the dark

No valium drugs and no LSD

We cured most of our ills with a nice cup of tea

But if you were sick you were treated at once

No fill out the form and come back in six months

No vandals, no muggings there was nothing to rob

And we were quite rich on a couple bob

People were happy in those far off days

Kinder and caring in so many ways

Milkmen and paper boys used to whistle and sing

A night at the pictures was our mad fling

We all got our share of trouble and strife

And we just had to face it “The pattern of Life”

But now I’m alone and look back through the years

I don’t think of bad times, the troubles and tears

I remember the blessing our home and our love

And that we could share them together

And thank God above

 Written by G. Baxter