Story Behind The Song

Just my memories of a warm and inviting kitchen, my Granny and a big black shiny range

Song Description

Long ago when I was a child the warm kitchen and the loving atmosphere I found there was a favourite place to be. The big black shiny range was blacked and shone every Friday. I close my eyes and I see it all clearly.

Lyrics

Oh I'm always itching
To return to Granny's kitchen,
To the sieving and the shaking
And the smell of Granny's baking.
Where ev'ryone was welcome and nothing ever changed
I still dream of Granny's friendly kitchen
With the big black shiny range.

No electric whirring,
Granny would be stirring,
Pans on the range would be boiling,
Fresh food she'd be cooking,
Lifting lids and looking,
Making sure our dinner wasn't spoiling.

Granny'ld be pea-popping,
Vegetable chopping,
Bits of this and that she would shred,
The joint would be roasting,
Croutons she'd be toasting,
Back then we called 'em squares of bread.

Oh I'm always itching
To return to Granny's kitchen,
To the sieving and the shaking
And the smell of Granny's baking.
Where ev'ryone was welcome and nothing ever changed
I still dream of Granny's friendly kitchen
With the big black shiny range.

Pastry she'd be trimming,
Pie bases would be brimming,
With home grown fruit from yesteryear,
Saucepans would be steaming
Granny would be beaming
Warmth from the kitchen drew me near.

The clock would be ticking,
Big spoons I'd be licking,
As I helped stood upon a stool,
Granny in fine fettle
The whistling of the kettle
Cakes placed on wire racks to cool

Oh I'm always itching
To return to Granny's kitchen,
To the sieving and the shaking
And the smell of Granny's baking.
Where ev'ryone was welcome and nothing ever changed
I still dream of Granny's friendly kitchen
With the big black shiny range.

I still dream of Granny's friendly kitchen
With the big black shiny range.