I remember my Mum standing at the kitchen sink preparing little Cypriot meat patties in a beat up enamel dish. There was a window overlooking the small garden where me and my brother and sisters used to play (wonderful, wonderful times before the cult got its tentacles into our family).
My Mum used to sing lots of tunes but this Lynn Anderson song is the one I remember . . . . . actually choking up a little . .