I got down from the train at Kew

Crossed the road to catch the bus

To home, the very heart of us

Late summer evening sky a brew

Of fading colours showed the way

Along the river, late that day

I looked up at the fabulous skies

And slightly drunk, uttered these words

“To live and die in Brentford!” – birds

Did not rise up shocked in surprise,

Earth never moved and yet I felt

Glad of the cards that life had dealt

“Ah that dear house, our girls, my wife

And Brentford – there we’ll see our days

Out surely.” Our girls went their ways

Long ago – and – such is life –

We had to leave our old home too

Move far from those sweet haunts we knew