Poynton Robbo (www.clickar.co.uk)
Lostock Road
On the outskirts of the village
There is a terraced row.
Where trains pass by quite reglar
And planes sometimes fly low.
This road is steeped in history
A station once was here
Where steam trains stopped on journeys
To places far and near
A quiet little haven
Where neighbours say hello
And look out for each other
Because that's what friends do
Nine houses and a railway
With people all different
Live close in relative harmony
A place that's heaven sent
We love this little haven
With houses, rail and stream
Our precious place of safety
Where we can rest and dream
Away from city living,
From stress and large workload
A precious place of beauty
Its name? It's Lostock Road
Lostock Road
On the outskirts of the village
There is a terraced row.
Where trains pass by quite reglar
And planes sometimes fly low.
This road is steeped in history
A station once was here
Where steam trains stopped on journeys
To places far and near
A quiet little haven
Where neighbours say hello
And look out for each other
Because that's what friends do
Nine houses and a railway
With people all different
Live close in relative harmony
A place that's heaven sent
We love this little haven
With houses, rail and stream
Our precious place of safety
Where we can rest and dream
Away from city living,
From stress and large workload
A precious place of beauty
Its name? It's Lostock Road