Next Sunday After Luncheon

Each Sunday after luncheon As long as it’s not cold My parents have their little walk Although they’re getting old It’s their routine, they’ve done it Ever since I was a lad Each Sunday after luncheon Just me and Mum and Dad At three o’clock they like to stop To have a cup of tea A sticky bun for Dad and Mum A sticky bun for me We’ll sit down by the bandstand To have our little snack Then when they’re done, my Dad and Mum Its time drive them back I drop them off at four o’clock And see them safely in I say goodbye Mum starts to cry “We will do this again?” I tell them I will call them And we’ll have a little talk Then, next Sunday after luncheon We’ll all go out for our walk © John W Fenn 11-04-2009