There's been a change in Sandra, we've noticed as of late,
She's always reading history or jotting down some date.
She's tracking back the family, we'll all have pedigrees.
Now Sandras got a hobby, she's climbing Family Trees

Poor George now does the cooking and now or so he states,
That worst of all, he has to wash the cups and dinner plates.
Sandra can't be bothered, she's busy as a bee,
Compiling genealogy - for her Family Tree.

She has no time to Hoover up, the curtains are a fright,
No buttons left on Georges shirt, the flower bed's a sight.
She's given up her gardening, the programmes on TV,
The only thing she does nowadays is climb that Family Tree.

She goes down to the Morrab and studies ancient lore,
We know more about our ancestors than we ever knew before.
The books are old and dusty, they make poor Sandra sneeze,
That's a minor irritation when she's climbing Family Trees.

The mail is all for Sandra, it comes from near and far,
Last week she got the proof she needs to claim another star.
A worthwhile avocation, to that we all agree,
A monumental project, to climb the Family Tree.

Now some folks came from Sennen and some from Newlyn Bay,
But all of them are Cornish as cream and saffron cake..
Some went out west to stake their claim, some stayed near by the sea.
Sandra hopes to find them all as she climbs the Family Tree.

She wanders through Paul graveyard in search of date or name,
The rich, the poor, the in-between, all sleeping there the same.
She pauses now and then to rest, fanned by a gentle breeze,
Then finds another members name for the Family Tree.

There were pioneers and patriots mixed in her kith and kin,
Who blazed the paths of wilderness and fought through thick and thin.
But none more staunch than Sandra, whose eyes light up with glee,
Each time she finds a missing branch for the Family Tree.

Their skills were wide and varied, from carpenter to cook,
And more than one the record shows were smugglers to boot..
Inn Keepes fishermen, farmers, , some tutored for a fee,
Long lost in time, now all are found upon the Family Tree.

To some it's just a hobby, to Sandra it's much more,
She knows the joys and heartaches of those who went before.
They loved, they lost, they laughed, they wept, and now for you and me,
They live again in spirit, around the Family Tree.