St Richard’s Church, not old I am told, not built like this in days of old. Dear Canon Bob, too ill to stay, then father David came our way, tall, laughing eyes, hands clasped in prayer. He opens his heart to all who ail, his weekly visits never fail. We are pleased you came and Carol too, we just love the both of you. Then on the scene dear Doreen came, lovely smile and eyes so brown, a true jewel in our crown.
Great Cliff Road