Little wooden bench
There’s a little wooden bench seat that faces out to sea
It will forever hold a place, a ‘special’ memory
For on a very sunny day with magic in the air
I held a woman in my arms and kissed her golden hair
Her skin was warm so soft to touch, with delicate perfume
We could not be any closer then, our whole world was in tune
Why don’t such moments last forever, is it such a sin?
Can we not have lots of days with love and romance in?
The moment passed, the magic gone, it’s now another day
And without her I have now a place in which I cannot stay
For until I find some ‘magic’ air, and my lovely golden wench
I shall never sit and watch the sea from that little wooden bench.
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