Saving It For Best

Opening a drawer then a cupboard

Immediately discovered by my mother

You can't play with that

Put it down – put it back

We're saving it for best

Saving It for best

Lace so delicate intricate and fine

Silky to the touch

Pleasing to the eye

It's not a toy and it isn't mine a stern voice interjects

We're saving it for best

Saving it for best

Maybe for the day the queen comes 'round for tea

For that special surprise visit by Royalty

Or we might even be on the telly

Imagine that – on the telly

Everybody has their time

Everybody's mum and dad dies

So you empty their house and go through all their things

All the pictures and rings

And you cry and you cry

Beach towels never used, folded neatly

In the wardrobe the posh coat worn just the once

Display cabinet full of glasses

From holidays long forgotten and long gone

Cutlery still in its box

Right up to his final days father never changed his ways

"Gerrit used! Gerrit spent!"

"It's far too late for that now, son" he'd lament

So the tablecloth the finery and lots of other proud of things

Stayed folded in a drawer

Saving it for best

"We're saving it for best"