It’s on summer nights such as this

That I remember so clearly;

Sitting in my chair in silence

As the daylight fades from the sky

And the soft air folds about me

Like a soothing blanket of peace.

It’s on gentle nights such as this

That I remember so clearly;

Looking out across the calm loch

To the fell-sides outlined ink black

Against the paler indigo

Of the star bedecked northern sky.

It’s on special nights such as this

That I remember so clearly

The very first love of my life

Every detail like yesterday,

As if the passage of the years

Had become just a moment.

It was on a night just like this

That our paths crossed for the first time

One summer fifty years ago,

Guests at an end of term party,

Two strangers, who in an instant

Made a connection lasting years.

It was on many nights like this

That we sat gazing at the stars,

Your head resting on my shoulder,

Content just to be together

In silence, sharing thoughts in ways 

Far more profound than words could tell.

It was on wondrous nights like this

I still remember so clearly

How we loved, the mutual joy

Of our bodily union

A reflection and completion

Of the harmony of our souls.

It was on a night just like this 

That we eventually parted,

Acknowledging without rancour

That the spark of love was no more,

No words, just one last tender kiss

Before fading into the dark.

Tonight is a night just like those

And I remember so clearly 

Despite the passage of the years

The many nights of joy we shared,

Sweet Kate, or was it Angela,

Or Susan; am I growing old?

I remember so many nights,

My memories are still quite clear,

Yes so clear, so clear ….. oh, what’s this?

A gentle hand on my shoulder,

“You’re sleeping in your chair again.

It’s time to come inside grandad.”

It’s on summer nights like tonight

I remember her so clearly,

My Kate, or was it Angela,

Or Susan; what became of her?

Perhaps we’ll meet again someday.

Yes I remember so clearly.