I was a post war baby in a small Scots town,
I was three years old when we moved down south
Hard times written in my mothers looks,
With her widows pension and her ration books.
Anuerin Bevin took the miners cause
To the House of Commons in his cold dust voice
We were locked up, safe and warm from the snow,
And laughed with the Lyons on the Radio.
But oh every time I look at you,
I feel so low I don't know what to do,
Everyday just seems to bring bad news,
And leaves me here with the post World War Two Blues.
Cobblers ! I am now a man of leisure and spend my time in the garden waving at passing
aeroplanes.
I was three years old when we moved down south
Hard times written in my mothers looks,
With her widows pension and her ration books.
Anuerin Bevin took the miners cause
To the House of Commons in his cold dust voice
We were locked up, safe and warm from the snow,
And laughed with the Lyons on the Radio.
But oh every time I look at you,
I feel so low I don't know what to do,
Everyday just seems to bring bad news,
And leaves me here with the post World War Two Blues.
Cobblers ! I am now a man of leisure and spend my time in the garden waving at passing
aeroplanes.
mik
Will be adding video clips to some pages
Here is miks strange duck
Here is miks strange duck
