Old Friends - Jane Taylor

In the house where you lived

Where the wall in the garden’s fallen down

Something had to give

Yellow flowers in a frame

Tell the tale we don’t like to talk about

Not even your name

And all this rain

And left on a chair

There’s a memory I can’t think about

Not even your name

And all this rain

This rain

Sometimes I can remember that we smiled

Laughing through photographs

Two souls

I’ll be with you til the end

Quietly watching the years roll by

Old friends

In the house that you left

There’s a tear that we patched up perfectly

Keep catching this thread

And oh my faith you test

My faith it’s in shreads

Life spilled

Over the city that we built

Bridges and castles Cathedrals

History we knew so well

And here’s to the tale of the old friends

And the city that crumbled and fell