Growing up on the Valley
I was brought up on the Valley
Back in the day when I was a scally
I’m proud of mi working class roots
And my life on the estates
The Valley is the place I met some lifelong mates
Back in the day when we fought wi our fists
But then soon we’d be making up wi a big sloppy kiss
No one would ever dream of picking up a knife
Cos, back then we valued life
Hedging hopping neighbour’s gardens
Or playing knock a door run
God, I miss those days; they were so much friggin fun
Once a year the circus came
N all the animals appeared to be tame
More than once a year, the fair would arrive
Attracting other kids from far and wide
Bringing the Valley alive
The Valley was surrounded by woods
In those days our highs didn’t come from drugs
Cos back then, none of us were mugs
Back in the day when life didn’t get in the way
And you could say what you wanted to say
Without fear of offending
There were none of that pretending
But then we all had to grow up
Some went their separate ways
Others stayed
Some say it’s rough
But I’d say it made me tough
I’m all grown up now,
Christ knows how
I’ve made some mistakes
But life’s given me some breaks
My heart will always be in the valley
And in my head, I will always be a scally
Cos some of the best days of my life were made in a place called Gleadless Valley
Love Fordy x
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