It all began when I was one; Hessle road is where I’m from.

Wellstead street is the first I remember; just turned four on the third of December.

Hyde pie shop at the top of the street, three hot pies and curd for a treat.

My dad went to sea, far, far away, to catch his fish, so when he came home, I could buy my wish.

Bransholme was next; they were good times for me, Neil Gibson, my friend, we used to climb this tree.

Me and my brother Jimmy at Colford school; he was the bright one, I was the fool.

My sister Margaret at bransholme high, If I were ever bullied, they would die.

Saying goodbye to my best friend, and moving back west, was hard to end.

At eleven years old, my life fell apart, my dad found someone else to love, and he gave her his heart.