I still think of the old village,
Our old home on the river bank;
Those memories of long ago,
Remind me to give the Lord thanks.

In that house two lives were conceived,
True blessings sent from up above;
But we didn't thank God enough,
For those two precious gifts of love.

The Marsh where we used to ice skate,
The little town beach; its huge dune;
The places where we used to park,
Sharing God's love under the moon.

Poplar Road was like a cow path,
Yet, to us it was "lover's lane;"
"The Poplars" facing the river,
The Pachecos could be a pain.

The Village school with its playground,
We'd bring the kids, have a great time;
Life was very simple back then,
We had it all, back in our prime.

Forever wasn't meant to be,
We should have known that long before;
Nearly ruined two innocent lives,
All for the greed of wanting more.

So, we went our separate ways,
Thank God my memories live on;
Seventeen years of happiness,
Two fools who thought that love was gone.

Thank God, He doesn't sleep at night,
The Lord plucked me out of the ruins;
He granted me a brand new life,
Once more, to love under His moon.

But, the Village will ever be sweet,
Within the memories of my mind;
Our family and friends on High Street,
It wasn't all bad, life was just fine.

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