It's just an Adventure

looking back to when I was a lad They said times were hard, They said things were bad. Picking up tatties, the pulling of peas Coming back home with scratched grimy knees. Screwing the Beetroot, yes that is right Removing the tops from morning till night. You couldn't cut the tops off, that made them bleed Keeping your eye out for the sharp stinging weed. Finger nails were always full of mud Scrubbing hands would do no good. Summer break were still lots of fun When working the fields were almost done. We didn't have computers, four channels of TV Top of the pops were the highlights for me. Kicking the football out on the street A clip around the ear from the bobby on the beat. Looking back it wasn't that bad Lots of fond memories when I was a lad. Holidays were over it was back to the grind Wondering what lessons the teachers had in mind. I didn't mind maths and history was great The adventures we made up me and my best mate. Now that I'm older looking back realise My whole life's been an adventure through this pair of eyes.