What has happened to you, what has happened to me
  What has happened to us and the way we used to be.
  What became of George and what became of John
  And the glory of yesteryear, for it and they are gone.

  The time we spent together throughout that short year
  The sun, the fun, the games. Why did they disappear?
  The chilly air of winter when the snow was on the ground
  Trees alight at Christmas when we heard the carols sound.

  Then spring set us smiling with new life all around
  With pretty girls a flirting, then our hearts did pound
  The hot sun of summer that sent us to the coast
  On the beaches, the noisy fun. I think I liked that the most.

  Then too soon Autumn came, with golden leaves under foot
  Last of the flowers, the end of year, then the door shut
  Now I'm old, the years have gone but my memories are true
  Of a special year. A wonderful year with George and John and you.

                                       Bob Ollier