At my old house on Tardy lane we had a big backyard
Lots of grass, and hedges that always needed trimming
And in that backyard there were trees of every kind
Sycamore Cherry and a weeping willow it was almost forest living
I'd climb those trees and my mom made pies from the cherries
And a corner garden for cucumbers and tomatoes
My first dog Skipper explored every inch of that backyard
Dug a hole under the hedge one day decided he just had to go
We never saw that dog again, But soon we got another
And Alfie wasn't so much the family pet he was almost a brother
Last week I saw a for sale notice on the Internet
40 years after we left the house on tardy Lane
With photos showing inside and outside of our old house
Such a strange experience nothing was the same
A giant swimming pools took up half the backyard
No trees no shade no hedges that needed trimming
Just that big swimming pool surrounded by concrete
And right in the middle some big damn fool swimming
In the back of my mind I still see those trees
Do they still exist if they’re only in my memories?
At my old house on Tardy lane we had a big backyard
Lots of grass, and hedges that always needed trimming
And in that backyard there were trees of every kind
Sycamore Cherry and a weeping willow it was almost forest living