[00:00.00]Written：Banks/Collins/Gabriel/Hackett/Rutherford
[00:06.24]Sunday at six when they close both the gates
[00:12.78]a widowed pair,
[00:13.05]still sitting there,
[00:14.40]Wonder if they're late for church
[00:19.86]and it's cold, so they fasten their coats
[00:24.39]and cross the grass, they're always last.
[00:32.88]Passing by the padlocked swings,
[00:35.37]the roundabout still turning,
[00:37.65]ahead they see a small girl
[00:42.15]on her way home with a pram.
[00:42.96]Inside the archway,
[00:54.42]the priest greets them with a courteous nod.
[01:00.48]He's close to God.
[01:03.45]Looking back at days of four instead of two.
[01:08.07]Years seem so few (four instead of two).
[01:11.79]Heads bent in prayer
[01:15.18]for friends not there.
[01:16.11]Leaving twopence on the plate,
[01:23.04]they hurry down the path and through the gate
[01:27.36]and wait to board the bus
[01:29.73]that ambles down the street.