Bandstand
On a beautiful day they would walk in the park
Where the music was playing until after dark.
And the people would come there to laugh and to dance
And the violins would play there for fun and romance.
A couple is walking and crossing the lawn
And he’s taking her hand for a dance in the dawn.
There is nobody else and no orchestra there
But he’s humming a tune, and it’s filling the air.
Now the days have gone by, and the times, they have changed.
There are lovely people, but to me, they are strange.
They are happy and lively, enjoying the sun.
And the bandstand’s still there, there is laughter and fun…
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