Go by the old road

Go by the old road

To the dirt track

And the houses

Made from iron

And tin

Go by the old road

Where the woman

With bright eyes

Remembers days of gloves

And hats

And Friday night dances

Go by the old road

And see the moment

Held within a glance

Into a shop

Filled with old love

We would do well

To go by the old road now

And see

Where our past

May collide with our present