DOWNSTAIRS
A trip back in my childhood - I see my sisters mam and dad
I recall the downstairs of our house and the memories I have
The fire grate was leaded black, red and gold were glowing embers
We all had similar houses, I hope some of you remember
Upon the shelf were candlesticks and a mirror shining bright
A fan light window above the door, stained glass paper coloured light
The larder where the food was stored, a cold slab for the meat
A bread bin, a cheese box, groceries to last the week
The coal house in the scullery, large sink with enamel drainer
Table, kettle, teapot, tea caddy and a strainer
A boiler and a dolly tub, brass ponch and a mangle
Mam would feed the washing through, I would turn the handle
Filling pans from the cold tap at the sink
If grandma was here now what would she think
The toilet just across the yard, and newspaper on a nail
Tin bath hung up bowl and water pail
Scrubbing steps and window-sills, patterned lino floors
It was hard work in those days to do the family chores
Our black and white telly, our cabinet and piano
A few old memories I don't want to let go
I'm happy with life and the things of today
But it doesn't hurt to let your memory stray
They called our house ‘A St Anns slum’
But it was home and I loved it ......with my sisters Dad and Mum
A trip back in my childhood - I see my sisters mam and dad
I recall the downstairs of our house and the memories I have
The fire grate was leaded black, red and gold were glowing embers
We all had similar houses, I hope some of you remember
Upon the shelf were candlesticks and a mirror shining bright
A fan light window above the door, stained glass paper coloured light
The larder where the food was stored, a cold slab for the meat
A bread bin, a cheese box, groceries to last the week
The coal house in the scullery, large sink with enamel drainer
Table, kettle, teapot, tea caddy and a strainer
A boiler and a dolly tub, brass ponch and a mangle
Mam would feed the washing through, I would turn the handle
Filling pans from the cold tap at the sink
If grandma was here now what would she think
The toilet just across the yard, and newspaper on a nail
Tin bath hung up bowl and water pail
Scrubbing steps and window-sills, patterned lino floors
It was hard work in those days to do the family chores
Our black and white telly, our cabinet and piano
A few old memories I don't want to let go
I'm happy with life and the things of today
But it doesn't hurt to let your memory stray
They called our house ‘A St Anns slum’
But it was home and I loved it ......with my sisters Dad and Mum