I wish we were in Clitheroe again
The Ribble and the Hodder meeting near
The generous food, the walks without a plan.
The Ribble valley is the finest here.
I wish we were together now and then
Should marriage do away with other friends?
If you decided where I could say when
Then the dove to us its peace would lend
In our childhood we don’t think of ends
Every day is infinite in joy
And we hide the toys that we can’t mend
You , every infant every girl and boy
I like to be in Bowland Forest now.
Be my guest and be my ghost somehow