But Past Glories Can Be Forgot

He's out of breath if he walk a mile he once could run all day And the years now on his body show and his hair once brown is gray He was a champion footballer i've heard old timers say But past glories can be forgot or so 'twould seem that way. He kicked the goal that won the flag in nineteen fifty two And he was the hero of the day he made the dream come true The bonfires blazed, the champagne flowed, the band played through the town And he remembers to this day his moment of renown. His winners medal on display hang on his bedroom wall And every time he look at it the memory he recall The egg shaped football leaves his boot and through the goalpost fly The siren blow, the crowd applaud, the memory bring back joy He kicked the goal that won the flag some fifty years ago And he moved quickly in those days but the years have made him slow He was a champion footballer i've heard old timers say But past glories can be forgot or so 'twould seem that way.