I remember it well
When it come into my life
Red in colour
And handlebars so
With bell that rang
And brakes that worked
My pride and joy
My very first bike.
The miles we travelled
The corners that we took
This bike and I
What fun we had
Never afraid
I trusted my bike
That this bike of mine
Would bring me home.
But the years have gone by
I am older now
And the bike I once knew
No more do I ride
But the memories are strong
And precious to me
Of that very first bike
That was given to me.
