Did you used to have a bath on a Sunday night?
Were you told to wash behind your ears?
Did you have to set the fire each morning?
Did you play out all day without any fears?

Did you see policemen in capes on bicycles?
Where your doors unlocked all day and night?
Did you tune in to Radio Luxemburg or Caroline?
If the lecky went off did you quite enjoy the candlelight?

Did bottles of milk appear on your doorstep each morning?
Were three channels on the TV quite enough?
Did you have a rotary dial telephone in the hall?
Did your Dad come in on Saturday night looking rather rough?

From childhood can you still remember your phone number?
Could you spend hours roaming round Woolworths?
Can you still recall the smell of liquid soap in the chandlers?
Did your Mum scour the Echo for deaths and births?

Do you remember shopping in the Army and Navy stores?
Do you recall singing All Things Bright and Beautiful in assembly?
Did you get your salad and vegetables from Waterworths?
Do you remember England winning the World Cup at Wembley?

These things are all gone but our memories hold them fast.
Was life really much more simple and fun back in the day,
Or where there terrible stresses and strains back then as well?
If there were I’m just glad my rose-tinted memory keeps them all at bay.