The Farm Lane Poem by Julian Mann

Running, walking, standing,
We were always together,
Down the farm lane
In the sweet hedged weather.

Oh, we knew delight
Under silver-clouded night
When we found each other's lips again
In the dark down the farm lane.

Side by side, or one leading
The other with a hand
Breezy to the touch, and fleeting
Like meadow wind in woodland.

Oh, we knew delight
Under silver-clouded night
When we found each other's lips again
In the dark down the farm lane.