by

memory by Alistair Chong

children laugh and play
winning love and toys with pride
i hear their joy and play
by the riverside

on the bank, through crowds weaving
off the water wind rises
cool to the touch, relieving
by the riverside

faintly on the wind i hear that song
so familiar, i close my eyes
our song of good times gone
by the riverside

the tune, the words, to me they bring
a smile, warms me inside
softly to myself i sing
by the riverside

i remember what it was like
with you
by the riverside