Walking up the road to the pub
Looking forward to a chat with mates,
A pint of good ale,
And maybe a game of darts.
Into the bar I walk
And my friends are there,
“What do want to drink” one asks,
I ask for a pint of my favourite ale.
We start talking and laughing,
Friendly friends,
Amusing company,
An evening that will go well.
My pint goes up onto the bar,
As I reach for it
I wake from the dream
And have to get up
And settle for a cup of tea
Instead of that wondrous pint of ale.