It’s no cold beer in the warm summer sun
And it’s no Maltesers on the tongue
It’s no more standing by the wind-wild sea
When the fast running tide has run
It’s no more marching and it’s no more boots
And it’s no spit and polish - make ‘em shine!
And it’s no more Brasso and it’s no oil-rag
And it’s no more standing in the line
It’s no scone and jam, it’s no cup of tea
And it’s no honey dripping from the comb,
It’s no butterfly and it’s no birdsong
When the fruit has fallen from the tree
It’s no more worry, it’s no more fear,
It’s no more wandering the days,
In the warm summer sun it’s no cold beer
And it’s no more parting of the ways.
In memory of Michael Iveson Brown, my Father-in-law, who passed away yesterday.
© IMB (2020)