When I look at the light in the sky,
My mind can tell the time,
Looking in through the kitchen window,
At the clock on the kitchen wall
Of the place that was home, forty years ago.
And I look and I find that I know,
Like so many of my generation,
That it’s time to go in for tea:
A Rayburn baked potato
Then tinned peaches with Carnation.
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