Some people may want to forget their past
'Cause it pains them as to what they went through
But I have never felt this way on it
And on this I'm telling you

My twin and I were born in fifty four
We had a loving mum and dad
We lived in a street in a terrace house
We two brother's were all my parents had

I had the top bunk, Billy down below
In a room we both shared together
'Cause these houses they were very small
There was no bathroom in them either

With the other boys, we'd play outside
Mainly ball games and stuff like that
While the girls they'd play with skipping ropes
Then we'd stop for a friendly little chat

Our simple television was black and white
Three channels was the limit back then
But I loved those nights, watching tv with my folk's
I wish God would let me go back there again

Billy and I would sometimes fight
But it was forgotten the very next day
And when I think of his mischeavous ways
I just laugh his antics away

I don't care if i've got all this material stuff now
'Cause I was much more happier then you see
And though I don't see much of Billy anymore
I think about him constantly

I think when parents die, the focal points gone
And something happens to the family bond
Then before you know it, the time has passed
You've let it slip into some deep abysmal pond

But even though I have my own family now
With Grandaughters I love and want
I should put these other feelings from my mind
But in two simple words, 'I CAN'T'

                   G J Tate