Where I Was Born

Where I was Born by Bob Moore (c) 2017 I am a product of where I was born long ago on a cold winter’s morn my father and mother are part of me, and their loving faces, I still can see The sky was often dark and grey, but that could never stop our play we’d be outside in rain and snow, play football, or any game you know Lancashire my county, of hills and dales, I’d ramble the Pennines, and camp in Wales Manchester the city, was home to me and Gorton the suburb, where I would run free With Belle Vue Speedway, and Circus too this was the life, that we all knew it’s where we thought we’d spend our life have a job, and children, and find a wife My school, my friends, not far from home never thought one day, we would roam across the world, to another land on a ship where we were treated grand To a place of sunshine, and sandy shores look out Australia, here come the Moore’s we’ll make our fortune, then leave for home and never again will we have to roam But years went by, and we stayed here got used to the sun, and the ice cold beer became an Aussie, the certificate says but kept many of my English ways At least that’s what my friends will say and even my family, think that way but they understand, with pride it is worn this being a product, of where I was born