Thanks for the Memories

Verse 1
In sixty nine I was in Hyde Park, when Blind Faith took to the stage.
And I remember catching Hawkwind, when psychedelia was all the rage.
Show Of Hands were a gateway, to so many bands I’d never heard.
But Rod Stewart stole the show, ‘cause his crowd new every word.
I’ve danced around the southern shires, with the Morris guys and girls.
With Lynne by my side on melodeon, we jangled while we twirled.
When I hear great music, it’s just like fine wine.
Happy to say that Stravinsky, was a friend of mine.

Chorus
Music, thanks for all the memories.
Music, it’s been fun.

Verse 2
I’ve been following the union, for many a day.
Them dragons in red back in the seventies, sure made hay.
Always tried to make it to Twickenham, come what may.

There’s nothing better than the lions roar, to brighten up the day.
I’ve followed my team around the world, In eleven we weren’t thinking
big.
We were upside down in New Zealand, and upside down on the pitch.
We were out of sorts at Eden Park, the French ran out winners on the day.
But three weeks in New Zealand, and to in Oz, sure blew our blues away.

2nd Chorus
Johnny Wilkinson, thanks for all the memories.
Sir Clive, high five.
Joe Marler, thanks for the cheeky grins.
Them boys from Pontypool and their mates, with all those legendary wins.
Here’s to Union, thanks for all the memories.
Here’s to Union, it’s been fun.
It’s been fun. It’s sure been fun.

Final Verse.
Some are Hazy, some are vivid.
These memories and I, walk hand in hand.
Some are bronze, some are silver, some are golden.
In my life, I loved them all.