Up the wooden hill to Bedfordshire,
Heading for the land o' dreams
When I look back to those happy childhood days,
Like yesterday it seems!
It was grand,
My mother held my hand,
Daddy was the old gee-gee!
The old wooden hill was the old wooden stair,
And Bedfordshire a cot where I knelt to say my prayer
Climbing up the wooden hill to Bedfordshire,
They were happy days for me.
Last night I dreamt about the place where I was born
The village school, the winding lane, the waving fields of corn.
Gee, that dream brought memories to me,
My childhood days, and fancy, I could see
When the sun had gone to rest And I was tired of play,
Dad would put me on his back, and then to me he'd say
""Up the wooden hill to Bedfordshire,
Heading for the land of dreams""
When I look back to those happy childhood days,
Like yesterday it seems!
It was grand,
My mother held my hand,
Daddy was the old gee-gee!
The old wooden hill was the old wooden stair,
And Bedfordshire a cot where I knelt to say my prayer
Climbing up the wooden hill to Bedfordshire,
They were happy happy days for me.
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Up the wooden hill to Bedfordshire,
Heading for the land o' dreams
When I look back to those happy childhood days,
Like yesterday it seems!
It was grand,
My mother held my hand,
Daddy was the old gee-gee!
The old wooden hill was the old wooden stair,
And Bedfordshire a cot where I knelt to say my prayer
Climbing up the wooden hill to Bedfordshire,
They were happy days for me.
Last night I dreamt about the place where I was born
The village school, the winding lane, the waving fields of corn.
Gee, that dream brought memories to me,
My childhood days, and fancy, I could see
When the sun had gone to rest And I was tired of play,
Dad would put me on his back, and then to me he'd say
""Up the wooden hill to Bedfordshire,
Heading for the land of dreams""
When I look back to those happy childhood days,
Like yesterday it seems!
It was grand,
My mother held my hand,
Daddy was the old gee-gee!
The old wooden hill was the old wooden stair,
And Bedfordshire a cot where I knelt to say my prayer
Climbing up the wooden hill to Bedfordshire,
They were happy happy days for me.
Heading for the land o' dreams
When I look back to those happy childhood days,
Like yesterday it seems!
It was grand,
My mother held my hand,
Daddy was the old gee-gee!
The old wooden hill was the old wooden stair,
And Bedfordshire a cot where I knelt to say my prayer
Climbing up the wooden hill to Bedfordshire,
They were happy days for me.
Last night I dreamt about the place where I was born
The village school, the winding lane, the waving fields of corn.
Gee, that dream brought memories to me,
My childhood days, and fancy, I could see
When the sun had gone to rest And I was tired of play,
Dad would put me on his back, and then to me he'd say
""Up the wooden hill to Bedfordshire,
Heading for the land of dreams""
When I look back to those happy childhood days,
Like yesterday it seems!
It was grand,
My mother held my hand,
Daddy was the old gee-gee!
The old wooden hill was the old wooden stair,
And Bedfordshire a cot where I knelt to say my prayer
Climbing up the wooden hill to Bedfordshire,
They were happy happy days for me.
Writer: GREY NIXON, REGINALD CONNELLY
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