You walk along the cobbled streets’ passing the people you may meet’ the houses are strange’ you can tell’ you wonder why there is a well.
The people are dressed in funny clothes’ that’s strange don’t you know.
They talk to you in a weird way’ I don’t understand what they say.
As you pass by a near farm’ you wonder why there is alarm’ so many animals there should be’ there is none’ only a tree.
I walk along a cobbled road’ crossing bridges as I go’ now I know where I am’ I came up across the river dam.
Its huge and big I must say’ I wondered why the waters flows that way.
The village disappears into the night’ you turn around and its out of sight.
The village is lost that I know’ its so old I must go.
Patricia bourne WordPress 2014.