How can I make this little ball of twine into a jacket of green so fine Cry when your sweetheart sends a letter of goodbye You've a long line and a short time and memory lane is a oneway ride Rosy had a tea cosy crocheted hat she had the latest frock but still felt like the odd sock Saw an old shoe on the beach unlocked a memory out of reach Rosy had a white dog with a black spot she had a green bird on a red perch Had a cat that would not stay called him Mr Runaway How can I make this place of my birth into my little patch of earth All the days that shaped me the stories at my Fathers knee The field of view that made me see And in real terms at the end of the day it's only just all word play
