I remember, remember, the third of November
Nineteen-seventy-nine was the year
This was the date that a good friend died so young
No complaints, no goodbyes, no fear
I remember, remember, the third of November
No chance of ever forgetting have I
For at the start of every November there will be
The sight of rockets in the night sky
I remember, remember, the fourth of November
The year was nineteen-ninety-five
Up in her bedroom and under morphine's spell
My mother lost the will to survive
I remember, remember, the fourth of November
No chance of ever forgetting I repeat
For at the start of every November there will be
Fireworks exploding in every street
I remember, remember, the fifth of November
Nineteen-ninety-six was the year
My wife destroyed eleven years of marriage
Leaving without shedding a tear
I remember, remember, the fifth of November
No chance of forgetting I'll not
For at the start of every November there will be
Celebrations of the gunpowder plot
Mick Ward 2005 ©
