As the leaves fluttered and the sun shone warm My mind began to wander before the storm As the clouds began to drift the sky turned grey As in my mind I scan back to a childhood day.
I remember the old red brick and walls made of gloss The little tiny desks in the classroom where the teacher was boss The disinfectant smell and the wooden polished floor I didn't want to know any of it at first it was just a big bore.
A big fat teacher rang a bell to say that it was break And so I ran back home to Mother and made my escape I got a damned good hiding and never strayed out of school again And soon did learn that discipline was twenty four seven then.
They were grey days uninteresting and drab Until I got to the age of twelve when things were fab Girls became interesting the Beatles were all the rage But even then I used to get told of for not acting my age.
As my mind wanders and the sky turns to blue I think yes, they were grey but I have to smile too Cause now I am older and have children of my own I smile even broader cause I still bloomin moan.