Memories about Sydney

As I gaze at the soft, gentle sunset
And witness the golden orb fall asleep
Into its royal, blue blanket so wet
When I get struck with an old memory

I remember when I was a young boy
I stood here on the bridge
Just thinking of this filled my heart with joy
Aware that memories make Sydney rich

Memories are the treasure of Sydney
Memories are the link to everything
They are like a cord which links you and me,
To a place, a person and anything

Remembering memories is the key
They can link anything with you and me