School Day Matches
That heavenly sound of leather on…………boots
It must be the game that takes me back to my roots
That game we played from the crack of dawn
Then racing to school in the still early morn
To carry the game on whilst it’s still fifteen all
Swearing and cursing when your mate left the ball
In his neighbours garden after a high tackle was made
And he thought that you thought that they thought we’d played
The game of our lives before the bell drew us away
On that beautifully warm sunny school day
