Old Guernsey boys how they reminisce,
About the women they’ve loved
And the girls they’ve kissed,
About summer romances and flirtations
That like the tides came and went,
In teenage haunts long gone
Their youth misspent,
Over a pint in the pub,
Old Guernsey boys how they reminisce
About the women they’ve loved
And the girls they could’ve kissed,
About youthful adventures past and long gone,
The triumph of their conquests
And opportunities missed.
Diane Scantlebury
