There once was a young man
who found his lady love,
hand in hand they’d wander
wherever the wind would blow.
Never a truer love
could you hope to see,
every evening they went walking,
walking,
walking,
in the evening they went walking
under the pale moonlight.
Time went by, years past,
their love continued to grow,
in a world full of changes
they remained consistent.
Despite having busy lives
with many a thing to do,
they always made time for walking,
walking,
walking,
there’s always time for walking,
and always hand in hand.
One day the young man woke up
to discover he’d grown old,
he turned to his lady love to ask her
how this had come to be.
But she didn’t answer,
for in the night, she had passed away
and that evening he went walking,
walking,
walking,
that evening he still went walking,
‘though his tears blurred the way.
Day by day his grief dimmed
yet it never faded away,
he learned to live life
without his lady love.
Many things have changed
but one remains the same,
every evening he goes walking,
walking,
walking,
shoulders slumped, he goes walking,
to remember his lady love.