sitting on your knee
I remember sitting on your knee
While you told me how it used to be
I would sit so still not move a bit
You would tell me tales of ‘down the pit’
Your memories made such vivid stories
I was transported back to your glory
Tales of when you were a lad
Would make me happy but sometimes sad
You had nothing, yet had all you needed
Your eyes lit up as your life was re-lived
Telling me how you met my gran
Of how you grew up to be a great man
I learnt so much picturing it in my mind
I loved your stories of every kind
I treasure all of those memories
Of when I used to sit on your knee
