With Your Young Friends

Do good old memories ever bring you close to tears As your thoughts take you way back to the long gone years On nice Summer evening until the gloaming after sundown You played football with your young friends in the park of the town Time brings with it changes and boys become men And a lot has happened in your life since then In memory we only can go to the past And day follows night and time ticks on fast Your young friends of the past where are they today Like you from the old town are they ageing far away? Doubtless some in the home parish did choose to stay And some where the deceased are in eternal rest lay Fond memories of good times you now do retain And with your young friends you play football again.