Weston Green

From the album "Broken Biscuits"

The house that I grew up in was old, ramshackle and mean,
But it echoed to the laughter of the kids from Weston Green.
No computers and no TVs, just an ancient radio,
Or we made our own entertainment,
But it was no royal variety show.

CHORUS
Far, far away – far, far away.
Far, far away in Weston Green.
Far, far away as in a dream

On bicycles and box carts, we couldn’t wait to get outside,
Exploring all the neighbourhood and the Wild West countryside.
No concern for health and safety ever stopped us being free,
What’s a few scratches and bruises,
When there’s Jam Roly-Polly for tea?

Now I hear the kids a-talking of amazing games they play,
Way out across the Universe – just a click away.
Fighting all the bad guys – and even World War Three,
On a flat screen for a playground – now that’s their reality.

Down a street the other day in an ordinary town,
I had to stop and wonder and forget the weary frown.
As in a Lowry painting there were children everywhere,
But soon the gloom descended back into the cold night air.

The house that I grew up in was old, ramshackle and mean,
But it echoed to the laughter of the kids from Weston Green.
Now I know we can’t go back there, time it must move on,
But let’s not forget to remember, before all innocence is gone.

No fiction in this song. My Dad died when I was nine leaving Mum to bring up four kids alone on benefits and anything else she could earn from various menial jobs. There were few luxuries but we did have each other and plenty of friends to play with. Many children today are far less free – I feel sorry for them sometimes. Weston Green is a real place – wooded common land opposite our house in Thames Ditton.