Do good old memories ever bring you close to tears
As your thoughts take you way back to the long gone years
On nice Summer evening until the gloaming after sundown
You played football with your young friends in the park of the town
Time brings with it changes and boys become men
And a lot has happened in your life since then
In memory we only can go to the past
And day follows night and time ticks on fast
Your young friends of the past where are they today
Like you from the old town are they ageing far away?
Doubtless some in the home parish did choose to stay
And some where the deceased are in eternal rest lay
Fond memories of good times you now do retain
And with your young friends you play football again.
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