Rickety Lane

Day after day, down Rickety Lane
 I walk with myself, aware of no pain
 The cartoons of life, pass in review
 And Rickety Lane's been travelled by few
 A soldier from England so long ago came
 To fight for his mate, besides the small lane
 While lovers and poets record all the change
 And rickety, rickety marked but you're strange
 A young girl sits sadly and stares at her stars
 She lost her brave husband, last month in the war
 and children are gentle and never seem blue
 And Rickety Lane, what's in this for you?
 Day after day, down Rickety Lane
 I walk with myself, aware of no pain
 The cartoons of life, pass in review
 And Rickety Lane's been travelled by few
 Rickety Lane's been travelled by few