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© Lyrics Dorothy Wilson All Rights Reserved Verse 1 Mr. and Mrs. Smith, they ran the old sweet shop, just ’round the little corner where the buses used to stop. And every single morning, before I went to play, I’d wander in with dreaming eyes and gaze upon the tray. Pre-Chorus I never had much money, we didn’t have a lot. But standing there felt magical no matter what I got. Chorus Oh, the penny tray, the penny tray, my childhood tucked away. Two half-penny chews or a sherbet dip, enough to make my day. A licorice stick, an arrow bar— such riches in their way. Oh, how I loved my little trip to visit the penny tray. Verse 2 Some days I’d search my pockets for copper worn and old, and hand it to dear Mrs. Smith whose smile was made of gold. She knew just what it meant to me, that single shining coin, a ticket to a world of sweets that money couldn’t buy. Pre-Chorus And though our home was humble, and times were often tough, those moments in the sweet shop made me feel I had enough. Chorus Oh, the penny tray, the penny tray, my childhood tucked away. Two half-penny chews or a sherbet dip, enough to make my day. A licorice stick, an arrow bar— such riches in their way. Oh, how I loved my little trip to visit the penny tray. Bridge Now years have taken me so far from that corner where I played, but I still see the wooden counter and the magic that it made. For happiness was measured in a copper coin back then, and I’d give a pound of grown-up life to feel it all again. Final Chorus Oh, the penny tray, the penny tray, where childhood memories stay. Two half-penny chews or a sherbet dip— they never fade away. A licorice stick, an arrow bar— small treasures of my day. Oh, how I loved that simple trip to visit the penny tray. Outro Oh, how I did love my penny trip… my little world upon that tray.
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