Between the monuments of Lambeth Bridge
That is
On to the prettily pink painted Lambeth Bridge
A young man carries a haversack
Between the monuments of Lambeth Bridge
The woman, perhaps his mother, without his father
She pulls a gaudy, but colourful, suitcase
The sort only a divorcee would buy without thinking
A young man carries a haversack
I put one step in front of the other
Already today she and he have thought of him
We meanwhile have walked rather a long way
The woman, perhaps his mother, without his father
That is
To visit mosques, museums, and art galleries
I put one step in front of the other
The sort only a divorcee would buy without thinking
To visit mosques, museums, and art galleries
To take coffee and cakes, sat down by the river
We meanwhile have walked rather a long way
She pulls a gaudy, but colourful, suitcase
On to the prettily pink painted Lambeth Bridge
To take coffee and cakes, sat down by the river
Already today she and he have thought of him
