Confused by profiles emerging from the past
Started out on that road of love, always was to last
Loves young dream joined together by trust
Holding each other tightly from dawn to dusk

Cameo appearances from guests came and went
Really nothing strange, they bunked in a family tent
People with strange accents seemed to talk a lot of sense
Never ever appeared they would sit upon the fence

Photographs shown are a reminder of those times
When a lack of family numbers gave us all a sign
In moments of madness words were harshly spoken
Affecting all our lives but nothing totally broken

Wounds healed and mended, traumas overcome
Led to a belief that we could all be one
Standing together all our arms entwined
For all lang syne my dear, let’s have another wine

Crazy mode of dances that once were in vogue
Allowed us to strut our stuff in brown coloured brogues
A lot of violent colours were suitably on show
Giving us all the impression that with sunshine they could grow

Fast forward several years and nothing much has changed
Slightly older facial looks and hair styles re-arranged
Loves young dream still held together by trust
Still holding each other tightly from dawn to dusk