If I was wanting of any more I'd be as greedy as those men on the hill But I remain forlorn In the memory of what once was Chasing a cross in from the wing Our boy's a whippet, he's faster than anything Remember the pride that we felt? For the two of us made him ourselves Humour me, make my day I'll tell you stories, kiss your face And I'll pray you'll remember my name I'm not sure of what awaits Wasn't a fan of Saint Peter and his gates But, by God, I pray That I'll see you in some way Oh, 11 Wark Avenue, something to behold To them, it's a council house, to me, it's a home And a home that you made where the grandkids could play But it's never the same without you So humour me, make my day I'll tell you stories, I'll kiss your face And I'll pray you'll remember my name And I'll pray you'll remember my name And I'll pray you'll remember my name