In this scene

Down in the Sands
Holding their hands
Drinking their wines
Spinning their lines
Watching the Wear as it flows by
Wondering where, who, when and why

In this scene it never ends
A misspent youth spent with your friends

Now they are older
with tremors and hives
Some have got troubles, some have got knives
They can never go back to how it was then
But good friends, good wines and good other things
In their remembrance happiness springs



Credits
Writer(s): Richard Dart
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