The Painted Vase

Lyrics
Brush up the pieces of the vase that's on the floor And I will tell you stories that the vase can tell no more It was born on a potters wheel in the town of Stoke-on-Trent And painted by an artist who lived down south in Kent And so the vase was bought, in 1863 Over the years it has become part of the family It held the aspidistra that my grandma used to grow Whenever they moved houses, so the painted vase would go It saw the 14-18 war, but in 1942 A bomb dropped on the house, but it missed the sitting room So the vase remained intact, and so it came to me When the wills were read in the early spring of 1943 It's been with me since then, and as safe as safe could be For hidden in that coloured glaze are many memories It saw a hundred years, and maybe a wee bit more So please pick up the pieces of the vase that's on the floor… Please pick up the pieces of the vase that's on the floor
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Credits
- Writers
- John Trevor