I remember the cheese of my childhood
and the bread we cut with a knife
When the children helped with the housework
and the man went to work, not the wife.
The cheese never needed an ice chest
and the bread was crusty when hot
The children were seldom unhappy
and the wife was content with her lot.
I remember the milk from the billy
with the yummy rich cream on top
Our dinner came hot from the oven
and not from the fridge at the shop.
The kids were a lot more contented
they didn't need money for kicks
Just a game with their mates in the paddock
and sometimes the Saturday flicks.
I remember the shop on the corner
where a penny of lollies was sold
Do you think I'm a bit too nostalgic
or is it...I'm just getting old?
and the bread we cut with a knife
When the children helped with the housework
and the man went to work, not the wife.
The cheese never needed an ice chest
and the bread was crusty when hot
The children were seldom unhappy
and the wife was content with her lot.
I remember the milk from the billy
with the yummy rich cream on top
Our dinner came hot from the oven
and not from the fridge at the shop.
The kids were a lot more contented
they didn't need money for kicks
Just a game with their mates in the paddock
and sometimes the Saturday flicks.
I remember the shop on the corner
where a penny of lollies was sold
Do you think I'm a bit too nostalgic
or is it...I'm just getting old?
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