The wishing well,
the village green
just as it was
an unchanged scene
where one young summer
you and me
leaned our bikes against a tree
and made a wish.
The wish came true
for me and you
we lived in clover
but now its over
Now just my bike
leans on that tree
and just your memory's
here with me.
I've tossed a coin,
I've wished once more
The same wish as I wished once before.
I'm sure my new wish
will come true too
And I'll be back again with you
One day.