Ned and Mary

Out on the porchway in cinder light

As bats will tumble into the night

Remembering stories while hand in hand

Soak up the decades and different lands

A life in dance-halls, and theaters bright

Had crossed their pathways that village night

Then war had come and things had changed

An entertainer's life was very strange

And into factories, and into boats

Left Ned and Mary alone again

Out on the porchway in cinder light

As bats will tumble into the night

And as their stories entwined again

They live and love life on Old Church Lane.