Returning Home

 

Will the birds sing in the garden

Will we go down to the sea

Will we build our castles of sand

Will there still be scones for tea

 

Will my father still be smoking

Will he jog me on his knee

Will summer days still last forever

Will there still be scones for tea

 

Will we dream of great adventures

Will westerns still be on TV

Will we sit around the table

Will there still be scones for tea

 

Will the winter snows still settle

Will we still climb the old oak tree

Will we play cricket in the garden

Will there still be scones for tea

 

Will there still be roaring fires

Will there be a home for me

Will my mother still be waiting

Will there still be scones for tea

 

When all the world has finished turning

When it comes down to you and me

When we have closed our eyes forever

Will there still be scones for tea