Dreams over the Mersey

Another time, another face
More of lifes memories disappear without trace
Memories cast upon the ebbing tide
Invisible pollution cast aside

Ships are remembered sailing past
In times gone by that could never last
"The good old days" you'll hear them say
But like all good days they never stay

Collars turned against the cold
They feel it more now as they get old
Unlike the river their lives slow down
Growing old within their town

The waters seen it all before
But still they come whats the draw?
In years to come only memories will differ
But it will still be
My river
Your river
Our river

By Paul Markey