I can't help my reflections Can't escape your inflections Bamboo sticks and bed sheets Bedouin's alive and well Castles rise up from the warm grey sand Before the real buildings rose up high Watching Cinnabar's dancing By the bridge at the end of the dusty road Tickle & Scratch on the old black stool Mince & potato holiday meal Sandy & Pipkin on lunch time tele Memory is alive and well Both of you irreplaceable Never thought you'd be apart From South Shields to Dorset A long and finite journey