The laughter of children in the park at their play
Take me back to my first home from here far away
Good memories of what was a lifetime does stay
Good memories of youth the best memories of all
He recalled with his young friends how he often played ball
On Summer evenings until twilight just before dark
They had their own games of soccer in the park
James a great grandfather predeceased by Rosie his wife
The mother of his children and great love of his life
The accent of Manchester in him did remain
One thing from the past most migrants do retain
Perhaps in his late eighties he had known of a better day
The hair on his balding head was silver gray
With Rosie in eternal rest now he does lay
Far south of Manchester his first home far away.
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