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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 stairs And Bedfordshire of course where I knelt to say my prayers Climbing up the wooden hill to Bedfordshire They were happy, happy days for me Last night I dreamt about the place where I was born The village school, the winding lane, the fields of waving corn Seems that dream brought memories to me My childhood days in fancieness 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 Letras de cancionesThe old wooden hill was the old wooden stairs And Bedfordshire of course where I knelt to say my prayers Climbing up the wooden hill to Bedfordshire They were happy, happy days for me From Letras Mania