Sean Joyce

(17 April Everyear / Galway, Ireland)

Three Friends


Is this a day like any other
Monique, Simone, Roxanne
Friends forever who swim together
Monique, Simone, Roxanne

Today is not just another day
Monique, Simone, Roxanne
But the last day they will play forever
Monique, Simone, Roxanne

Roxanne leaves by train tomorrow
To marry a wealthy man
friends forever who swam together
Monique, Simone, Roxanne

Soon Monique and her family
will set sail for Japan
Friends forever who swam together
Monique, Simone, Roxanne

So who will swim in the sea tomorrow
as the sun comes over the sand
Simone will go down to the sea
forever
Farewell, Monique, Roxanne.

Submitted: Thursday, January 25, 2007
Edited: Tuesday, January 04, 2011

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