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 star
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
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