Someday in the future, when we’re both really old.

When the sun is behind the clouds, and the wind is very cold.

We’ll sit on a bench by the sea.

And chat about the days, when we were young and free.

And about the times when instead of watching, we’d swim in that sea

When we didnt have a care

We’d spend all day in the fair

Hooking a duck and eating candyfloss

When we never seemed to get cross

But those days will be far away, worn down into dust

But we won’t care because we’ll just be us.

An old couple sat by the seaside, taking in the air

Abit too old to be hooking a duck, in that damn fair.