Highway To Heaven

- Packed all our bags and into the car A family of eight a dog from the bar My father a publican hard worker as wife deserved all their holidays each year of their life We struggled and pushed and found a niche seat a twin on a knee a boy at Mom's feet Crew cut and bowl shape a haircut to last A sister and mother rules they would cast Up the long Highway M6 to the north In the Welsh mountains and lakes not far from old Borth Over the Menai to Holy Island port Holyhead ship the Munster we thought Seven in the morning up and alight Sugar loaf mountains pull into sight Feeling of home of excitement and glee Twins are a missing Oh toilets you'll see Down the N4 by Kilcock Dad had said Mullengar for a draper shop selling sausages and bread Past by the undertaker at the back of a dump A chemist is busy selling petrol at pump Down to the Granny and uncle who dwell On a farm in the west with cattle and well Black jack on bee stings and hay to a toss Kittens and dogs and pine martens the lot Father so proud doing well to a view Mother delighted her brother just knew Working for family his pride and his way Both gave us good times as children we say