Growing up on the Valley


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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