Vera Lynn - Up The Wooden Hill To Bedfordshire lyrics
[Vera Lynn - Up The Wooden Hill To Bedfordshire lyrics]
Up the wooden hill to Bedfordshire
Heading for the land of dreams
When I look back to
Those happy childhood days
Like yesterday it seems
It was grand my mother held my hand
Daddy was the old gee gee
The old wooden hill was the old wooden stairs
And Bedfordshire of course where I
Knelt to say my prayers
Climbing up the wooden hill to Bedfordshire
They were happy, happy days for me
Last night I dreamt about the
Place where I was born
The village school, the winding lane
The fields of waving corn
Seems that dream brought memories to me
My childhood days in fancieness I could see
When the sun had gone to rest
And I was tired of play
Dad would put me on his back
And then to me he'd say
Up the wooden hill to Bedfordshire
Heading for the land of dreams
When I look back to
Those happy childhood days
Like yesterday it seems
It was grand my mother held my hand
Daddy was the old gee gee
The old wooden hill was the old wooden stairs
And Bedfordshire of course where I
Knelt to say my prayers
Climbing up the wooden hill to Bedfordshire
They were happy, happy days for me
Heading for the land of dreams
When I look back to
Those happy childhood days
Like yesterday it seems
It was grand my mother held my hand
Daddy was the old gee gee
The old wooden hill was the old wooden stairs
And Bedfordshire of course where I
Knelt to say my prayers
Climbing up the wooden hill to Bedfordshire
They were happy, happy days for me
Last night I dreamt about the
Place where I was born
The village school, the winding lane
The fields of waving corn
Seems that dream brought memories to me
My childhood days in fancieness I could see
When the sun had gone to rest
And I was tired of play
Dad would put me on his back
And then to me he'd say
Up the wooden hill to Bedfordshire
Heading for the land of dreams
When I look back to
Those happy childhood days
Like yesterday it seems
It was grand my mother held my hand
Daddy was the old gee gee
The old wooden hill was the old wooden stairs
And Bedfordshire of course where I
Knelt to say my prayers
Climbing up the wooden hill to Bedfordshire
They were happy, happy days for me