If I was wanting
of any more
I'd be as greedy as
those men on the hill
But I remain forlorn
In the memory of
what once was
Chasing a cross
in from the wing
Our boy's a whippet,
he's faster than
anything
Remember the
pride that we felt?
For the two of us
made him ourselves
Humour me,
make my day
I'll tell you stories,
kiss your face
And I'll pray you'll
remember my name
I'm not sure
of what awaits
Wasn't a fan of
Saint Peter and his
gates
But, by God, I pray
That I'll see you
in some way
Oh, 11 Wark Avenue,
something to behold
To them, it's a council
house, to me, it's a
home
And a home that you
made where the
grandkids could play
But it's never the same
without you
Humour me,
make my day
I'll tell you stories,
I'll kiss your face
And I'll pray you'll
remember my name
And I'll pray you'll
remember my name
And I'll pray you'll
remember my name