Tea-time chimes
and Nursery Rhymes
always take me back,
to when the kids were small
and we played ball
and I dropped the catch.
 
All those cotton buds
and bath time suds
seem to fill my thoughts.
And the fairy rings
and angel wings
on our country walks.
 
But now they’ve grown
(how the years have flown!)
and we grew apart,
although memories stay
of those happier days
in my lonely heart.
 
The mess they made
with their lemonade
and their chocolate cake.
Not assuring you
that my love was true
was my big mistake.
 
We were blessed
with such happiness
that it couldn’t last.
So I’m here again
walking memory lane
thinking of the past
 
and those happy days
when the record played
to our favourite track
which I’ll still play,
and dream one day
you’ll be coming back.


V.2 same words, new format

Tea-time chimes and Nursery Rhymes
     always take me back,
to when the kids were small and we played ball
     and I dropped the catch.
 
All those cotton buds and bath time suds
     seem to fill my thoughts.
And the fairy rings and angel wings
     on our country walks.
 
But now they’ve grown (how the years have flown!)
     and we grew apart,
although memories stay of those happier days
     in my lonely heart.
 
The mess they made with their lemonade
     and their chocolate cake.
Not assuring you that my love was true                                
     was my big mistake.
 
We were blessed with such happiness
     that it couldn’t last.
So I’m here again walking memory lane
     thinking of the past
 
and those happy days when the record played
     to our favourite track
which I’ll still play, and dream one day
     you’ll be coming back.