Stroud, Tomorrow, With You

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 It’s Stroud, tomorrow, with you,
with something borrowed and blue.
Cast off this crowd and then
catch me a cloud bound for
Stroud, tomorrow, with you.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 When we hit our stride
we’ll head to Merseyside
with the wind in your hair
in the wide open air;
when we hit our stride.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Then London, by the Thames,
to catch some Saturday games,
before we return,
midnight oil to burn
in London, by the Thames.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 So it’s Stroud, tomorrow, with you,
to make some old things seem brand new.
I’m serious, Kate,
so get packed, don’t be late,
for it’s Stroud, tomorrow, with you.


Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/stroud-tomorrow-with-you/