Up the Wooden Hill to Bedfordshire - Vera Lynn

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 stairs

And Bedfordshire of course where I knelt to say my prayers

Climbing up the wooden hill toBedfordshire

They were happy happy days for me

Last night I dreamt about the place where I was born

The village school the winding lane the fields of waving corn

Seems that dream brought memories to me

My childhood days in fancieness 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