Golden Years

This truly was a golden afternoon -
the sunlight had a softly golden sheen
and golden footprints showed where we had been
as we looked back across the grassy dune.
So, smiling with our happy thoughts we went
to where the soft sea edge foamed round our feet;
we watched it wash our toes and then retreat,
the foam sunkissed with gold as waves were spent.
Now these, the Golden Years we've heard about
are ours we'll do the things we both enjoy;
(remember once, a laughing girl and boy?)
we'll run along these golden sands and shout!

But now you lie in there so cold and still;
ah Love! We'll have those years, we will, we will!