Listen to the track:
🎵 Tasted like July
( Inspired by the memoirs of Vyvyen Brendon )
🎶 Verse 1
The only peaches I ever saw
Came out a tin with a sticky draw
Oranges rare as a birthday crown
And the grapes only came when you were down
🎶 Verse 2
But apples dropped from the garden tree
Enough for Mum and enough for me
Twelve ounces of sweets on a Saturday morn
We’d queue for the humbugs all tattered and torn
🎶 Chorus
Tinned peaches and humbugs
Egg and potato pie
Snowman buns with icing thick
And jam on toast you had to lick
We didn’t have much but we got by
And everything tasted like July
🎶 Verse 3
Kilner jars in a cupboard neat
Lined up like medals full of heat
Mum with the mop and the twist of a spoon
Singing low to the wireless tune
🎶 Verse 4
Rod with crumbs on his freckled chin
Trying to fly with a safety pin
We’d share a cone if we had the change
Vic’s ice cream tasted a bit like strange
🎶 Chorus
Tinned peaches and humbugs
Egg and potato pie
Navy buns in sugar snow
With nothing in the fridge below
We didn’t have much but we got by
And every bite could make you sigh
🎶 Bridge (soft and jazzy)
Board games laid on a table worn
Roly poly steaming warm
Socks by the fire toast on the plate
Waiting for the cat to investigate
🎶 Final Chorus
Tinned peaches and humbugs
Egg and potato pie
No cookbooks needed no frozen pack
Just love and a bit of bottle black
We didn’t have much but we got by
And dinner felt just like July