A
melody haunts me
Like
a ghost from way back
Familiar,
remembered
A
stardust memory
From
yesteryear
A
good memory
Of
a great time
Of
halcyon days
Never
to be seen again
I’m
back for an instant
Riding
the Clapham Omnibus
With
girls in cloche hats
And
dancing at the Palais
With
girls in silk stockings
Watching
Morris dancing
On
the village green
And
noisy steam trains
Thundering
into the station
Listening
to the band play
In
the park on Sundays
Walking
my girl home
After
a night at the pictures
Sunday
lunch at mums
A
welcoming fire in the grate
That
talk with dad
Before
my first date
A
simpler time a happier time
But
you can’t return
Even
if you want to
But
you can remember
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