It’s on summer nights such as this
That I remember so clearly;
Sitting in my chair in silence
As the daylight fades from the sky
And the soft air folds about me
Like a soothing blanket of peace.
It’s on gentle nights such as this
That I remember so clearly;
Looking out across the calm loch
To the fell-sides outlined ink black
Against the paler indigo
Of the star bedecked northern sky.
It’s on special nights such as this
That I remember so clearly
The very first love of my life
Every detail like yesterday,
As if the passage of the years
Had become just a moment.
It was on a night just like this
That our paths crossed for the first time
One summer fifty years ago,
Guests at an end of term party,
Two strangers, who in an instant
Made a connection lasting years.
It was on many nights like this
That we sat gazing at the stars,
Your head resting on my shoulder,
Content just to be together
In silence, sharing thoughts in ways
Far more profound than words could tell.
It was on wondrous nights like this
I still remember so clearly
How we loved, the mutual joy
Of our bodily union
A reflection and completion
Of the harmony of our souls.
It’s on summer such as this
That I remember so clearly;
Sitting in my chair in silence
As the daylight fades from the sky
And the soft air folds about me
Like a soothing blanket of peace.
It’s on gentle nights such as this
That I remember so clearly;
Looking out across the calm loch
To the fell-sides outlined ink black
Against the paler indigo
Of the star bedecked northern sky.
It’s on special nights such as this
That I remember so clearly
The very first love of my life
Every detail like yesterday,
As if the passage of the years
Had become just a moment.
It was on a night just like this
That our paths crossed for the first time
One summer fifty years ago,
Guests at an end of term party,
Two strangers, who in an instant
Made a connection lasting years.
It was on many nights like this
That we sat gazing at the stars,
Your head resting on my shoulder,
Content just to be together
In silence, sharing thoughts in ways
Far more profound than words could tell.
It was on wondrous nights like this
I still remember so clearly
How we loved, the mutual joy
Of our bodily union
A reflection and completion
Of the harmony of our souls.
It was on a night just like this
That we eventually parted,
Acknowledging without rancour
That the spark of love was no more,
No words, just one last tender kiss
Before fading into the dark.
Tonight is a night just like those
And I remember so clearly
Despite the passage of the years
The many nights of joy we shared,
Sweet Kate, or was it Angela,
Or Susan; am I growing old?
I remember so many nights,
My memories are still quite clear,
Yes so clear, so clear ….. oh, what’s this?
A gentle hand on my shoulder,
“You’re sleeping in your chair again.
It’s time to come inside grandad.”
It’s on summer nights like tonight
I remember her so clearly,
My Kate, or was it Angela,
Or Susan; what became of her?
Perhaps we’ll meet again someday.
Yes I remember so clearly.