Malt And Cod

Malt and Cod spun on a spoon

By my father in our living room

Smeared in his beard and rubbed in the wool

On the front of his jumper

Oh the malty fish flavour, furled around the tongue of my mind

Embedded in buds of taste

Oh I'll not forget, I'll not forget

That malty fish flavour

Syrup sweet, the malt and cod

Warming in the brown jar on the hob

My face in the flask, so many years past

Brought back by that strange sweet snack

If I could only catch, the image of you swirling that spoon

And remember only that

Then I'd not forget, I'd not forget

And my memories might be sweeter

Oh the malty fish flavour, furled around the tongue of my mind

Embedded in buds of taste

Oh I'll not forget, I'll not for forget

That malty fish flavour