The Angel and Cloud

At a bar up in heaven called the Angel and Cloud, where the are no last orders, there is gathered a crowd; theres my dad and my grandma and my two grandads too, along with aunties and uncles and the odd friend or two, they’re all drinking and joking about good days and bad, but they’re together and happy and they never get sad; and at this time of the year when I remember that day, when you last closed your eyes and went so far away, I will think of that bar called the Angel and Cloud and make sure when I get there you know that it’s your round!