Grace lyrics
by Queen B
Dear lord as we gather to dine here tonight
We welcome you all and believe that it’s right
To thank you for running, the friendship and sport
The pioneers, racers and all who support
At Wimbledon Common, Parliament Hill or even Milton Keynes
We’ve laced up our shoes, screwed in our 15s
Raced through the mud with a Thames saltire on our back
Ran marathons, fell races or 1500s on the track
We’re lucky to be here in such a great place
To havе good food and wine to indulge after gracе
Lord please bless our club and all those who run
And if possible please can we have more of this sun!