In this scene Lyrics

Down in the Sands

Holding their hands

Drinking their wines

Spinning their lines

Watching the Wear as it flows by

Wondering where, who, when and why

In this scene it never ends

A misspent youth spent with your friends

Now they are older

with tremors and hives

Some have got troubles, some have got knives

They can never go back to how it was then

But good friends, good wines and good other things

In their remembrance happiness springs