When I walked with you on Sunday mornings
Was it ever frosty like today?
Did Cathedral bells and footballers' shouts
Fill the still air?
Were you talking, was I listening,
Could I see your breath?
Were people washing cars?
Were children playing
And dogs barking
And shopkeepers yawning?
Did we ever stop for something to eat or drink?
And did we cross the bridge
And walk back alongside the river?
Were there even any boats?
There must have been,
I can't remember,
But what a wonderful memory.