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UP THE WOODEN HILL TO BEDFORDSHIRE Grey / Connelly as rec by Vera Lynn w Charles Smart (organ) Feb 2nd 1936 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. (Contributed by Peter Akers - August 2010)

    


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