We’ll swing again, don’t know where, don’t know when
[Tune: We’ll meet again, don’t know where – R Parker & H Charles]
We’ll swing again, don’t know how, not sure when …
But the sun may shine for us, on golfing days.
Just follow through, like you once used to do,
“What a shot, my friend”, that’s what you’ll hear them say.
Though there’s rain in the sky, you’ll be up on a high,
Whilst your game’s getting worse,
All the sky will be blue though you’ve scored ninety-two,
Every cloud will disperse.
We’ll swing again, don’t know how, not sure when,
But we hope to see you all next golfing day.
[‘on golfing days’/’next golfing day’ can be adapted to suit!]