(In memory of John Heyes)

Ah've geet lots o'memories, ah like ter recall

'Bate them days, when ah wor a lad

As ah sit bi missel' they cum craydin' back

Thowts o' t'family, mi mam an' mi dad.

Ay so many thowts o' days long gone by

Yet one specially ah'll allus recall

It's comin' dane t'lone ter see stood at door

Mi mam, I' er owd grey shawl

 

Yon shawl were a symbol, to us childer theer

O'mams warmth an' love fer us aw

Fer as lung as wi minded, wi were nursed in yon shawl

In th'owd rocker, when wi were sma'

But nay t'familys scattered all o'er countryside

An' mi mam an' mi dads passed away

An' nay folk e'en owd uns neer wear a shawl

It's much too owd fashioned they say.

 

But please God some day, Ah'll stond at yon gates

An' ax Peter ter let mi come in

'Ee'l know aw mi life Ah were nobbut a foo'

Wi' nowt show but mi pride an' mi sin

But ah know some'dy's waitin' just ate o' seet

An when Peter 'ill gi' mi that call

Fost ah'll see, arms ate will be mam

An' hool wear er owd grey shawl.