We be sittin' on the yellow bench
Crisp air chafin’ our faces,
Salt air kissin’ our lips.
We be huddled in our coats,
Conjuring sweet memories
Of frolickin' in the water,
Gettin' our shoes wet,
And carryin' on.
And then I be takin' yer hand,
Listenin' to ye tellin' me
Of yer grief,
And I be tellin' ye about mine.
We be sharin' tears
And feedin' 'em to the fish,
Who be swimmin' with them
To those who’ve gone before us.
And then we be tellin' jokes,
Laughin' up a storm
As we walk back
To the closest pub for a pint.
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