Up the Wooden Hill to Bedfordshire

Up the wooden hill to Bedfordshire,
Heading for the land o' dreams
When I look back to those happy childhood days,
Like yesterday it seems!

It was grand,
My mother held my hand,
Daddy was the old gee-gee!
The old wooden hill was the old wooden stair,
And Bedfordshire a cot where I knelt to say my prayer
Climbing up the wooden hill to Bedfordshire,
They were happy days for me.

Last night I dreamt about the place where I was born
The village school, the winding lane, the waving fields of corn.
Gee, that dream brought memories to me,
My childhood days, and fancy, I could see
When the sun had gone to rest And I was tired of play,
Dad would put me on his back, and then to me he'd say

""Up the wooden hill to Bedfordshire,
Heading for the land of dreams""
When I look back to those happy childhood days,
Like yesterday it seems!

It was grand,
My mother held my hand,
Daddy was the old gee-gee!
The old wooden hill was the old wooden stair,
And Bedfordshire a cot where I knelt to say my prayer
Climbing up the wooden hill to Bedfordshire,
They were happy happy days for me.