A time gone by never more bye
Memory’s hidden deep why
Went to the fair
Couldn’t give a care

Being so young playing a dear
Enjoying the day
Do you see not a squire
Eight or nine Oh’ never mind

No thought of danger
Why should there be
Out to play safe those times
Winds from the east

Not yet arrived not seen
Bushes tress line river bank
Running hiding slip, slip down
What comes around goes around

Is it surely this my time
Splash feet first under all
Panic takes hold so cold
Holding breath eyes closed

Arms hands trying to hold
Touching holding snap break
Something there pull air
Break rushing waters fast

Drifting current under again
Arms feeling yes take hold
Pulling holding air once more
Sixty years please take care


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