She's my oldest of friends from that little pool
Emily Medforth taught at the old village school
Her mother's cottages sold so Alice moves on
One more link to my village is finally gone
It's a fair drive from Shipley all the way here
It can seem much further at some times of year
Down the road to Bradford and the High Motorway
A pleasant drive I suppose on a nice summer's day
So one last night at the cottage and Alice plays host
And together we're laying a fair few old ghosts
I suppose I forget officially we're nearly old
As I drag her outside in that January cold
A beautifully clear not quite crisp night
As we circle the village under starlight
It took over an hour but we saw nearly all
I‘d really forgotten it was that small
Then back to the cottage for coffee and chat
A goodbye kiss and that could have been that
But she'll visit her graves maybe three times a year
She's promised to tell me when she's coming back here
I may go back with her but never there on my own
All that's there now is memories and old family bones
I may even visit her in Shipley some day
As I tell Brother Barry a road goes two ways
