If I was wanting of any more
I’d be as greedy as those men on their own
But I remain forlorn
In the memory of what once was
Chasing a crossing from the well
Our boy’s a whippet, he’s faster than anything
Remember the pride that we felt?
For, the two of us made him ourselves
Humour me
Make my day
I’ll tell you stories
I’ll kiss your face
And I’ll pray you’ll remember my name
I’m not sure of what awaits
I was never a fan of Saint Peter and his gates
But, by God, I pray
That I’ll see you in some way
Oh, 11 Wark Avenue
Something to behold
To them, it’s a council house
To me, it’s a home
And a home that you made
Where the grandkids could play
But it’s never the same without you
So, humour me
Make my day
I’ll tell you stories
I’ll kiss your face
And I’ll pray you’ll remember my name
And I’ll pray you’ll remember my name
And I’ll pray you’ll remember our name