We’re sitting in a café in Swanage,
Where dad and I once walked,
And by there on a bench,
Was where we talked.

He said he found it peaceful,
And God was very near,
Then if he had the chance one day,
To retire right by it’s shores.

He never really got the chance,
The Lord he took him home,
But if he’d lived and we came here,
To his heart it would have been dear.

But father is walking with the Lord,
In a far, far better place,
There’s always sunshine and the like,
In that dear distant place.

So I am here with Joan my friend,
The memories come flooding back,
And now I’ve someone who cares for me,
As we stroll along by the sea.

I am encouraged in my life,
By this dear friend of mine,
We often talk of many things,
Over a glass of wine.