Oh Swansea how I miss you, the beach, the park and the sea
I remember all the holidays running wild and free
Walking over the mountain that took us to the world
Playing all our adventure games with Dragons tails uncurled.
Running down the Black road would always end in pain
As we would end up fighting with Mount Pleasant boys again
"Clive’s" shop was on the corner, just before the pub
A cave of sweets and chocolate, pasties, pop and grub.
All summer long we walked and walked and kicked along the ball
And climbed the ruins of the house in Singleton over the wall
Ring Stone Round is in the park where druids sing their song
So there we sat in the festivals watching beauties all day long.
So Swansea how I miss you, my memories as a child
Playing Cowboys and Indians and riding rapids wild
Life was good in Swansea but we had so little money
Though the rain that fell upon our face's, tasted as good as Welsh honey.
About the Creator
David Aleman
I am a tired, middle aged man. Artistic and sporty but broken and bruised.
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