Mick Brady: Lyrics

Thinking back to the days when we were just kids

I remember so well all the things that we did

A long time ago when times were tough

We didn’t have much, we always had enough:

Cowboy pictures every week at The Shack

The good guys, the bad guys, the girl and the chap

All the way home acting out what we saw

We were bad, we were mean, we were quick on the draw

That was a time and that was a place

When the world turned around at a different pace

We grew up between the canal and the river

We thought we were poor but we should have known better

Going down to the church to confession each week

Grim preachers preaching at the children’s retreat

Little Noelie died when he was just seven

They told all the kids that he’d gone to heaven

Summer evenings spent hangin’ round in The Swings

Or heading down The Wall to go for a swim

Games on the streets until well after dark

Putting on a show in somebody’s backyard

First kisses kissed by the railway line

Falling in love for the very first time

Teasie teased the boys in her corner shop

Sitting at the counter showing her stocking tops

Frankie left the country, went to work in The States

Billy went Down Under, wrote back it was great

It didn’t take long till the gang was all gone

We’d all grown up, it was time to move on

© Mick Brady