Uploaded March 2013 | Updated September 2026, 1 day ago
LYRICS IN DESCRIPTION
A song about sentimental values
We had a clearout yesterday
all stuff we didn't need
the time had come to make some space
I followed my wife's lead
in the loft we poked around
in boxes full of stuff
"This can go and this can go"
it seems she'd had enough
I recognised that she was right
and started wading through
but I had such a heavy heart
and I think that she knew
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Chorus
"We don't need this and we don't need that"
Thus, she`d begin
"Don't wear these shoes, won't wear that hat"
"Sling them in the bin"
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I guess it came so easily
For her but not for me
I suppose she's made of sterner stuff
than I could ever be
The tiny wrist band that
was on our baby's hand
the list of first names
as we wrote up our plans
The first record that we had bought
after our first date
a rent book forty three years gone
paid never, ever late
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Chorus
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We never really got much done
not too much at all
the loft still creaks on windy nights
that comes with every Fall
And as we sit beside the fire
before bedtime calls
I catch her eye, she' winks at me
We know we've had a ball
So now we have a treasure chest
with no silver or gold
but filled instead with memories
our precious days of old
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LYRICS IN DESCRIPTION
A song about sentimental values
We had a clearout yesterday
all stuff we didn't need
the time had come to make some space
I followed my wife's lead
in the loft we poked around
in boxes full of stuff
"This can go and this can go"
it seems she'd had enough
I recognised that she was right
and started wading through
but I had such a heavy heart
and I think that she knew
--------------------------------
Chorus
"We don't need this and we don't need that"
Thus, she`d begin
"Don't wear these shoes, won't wear that hat"
"Sling them in the bin"
---------------------------------
I guess it came so easily
For her but not for me
I suppose she's made of sterner stuff
than I could ever be
The tiny wrist band that
was on our baby's hand
the list of first names
as we wrote up our plans
The first record that we had bought
after our first date
a rent book forty three years gone
paid never, ever late
----------------------------------
Chorus
----------------------------------
We never really got much done
not too much at all
the loft still creaks on windy nights
that comes with every Fall
And as we sit beside the fire
before bedtime calls
I catch her eye, she' winks at me
We know we've had a ball
So now we have a treasure chest
with no silver or gold
but filled instead with memories
our precious days of old
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