Artist: Jennifer Caron Hall
Album: Bright Lights, Big City
Released: 1988

Lyrics
Down to the village shop
The wind is high
It's rushing through the trees
We kicked the puddles
Scuffed our shoes
A shilling in each pocket
For liquorice and chews
Down from the high hilltop
Sliding down the banks
We tumbled as we flew
Swam in the streams
And made clay pots
Got our clothes from jumble sales
We wouldn't wear anything new
Oh that would never do
Tanya, I've never had a friend like you
We shared everything
We talked and laughed and grew
Tanya, I've never had a friend like you
Jokes on everyone
And no one could stop us
Doing what we wanted to
God I miss you
Yesterday I called you up
I wanted to know
Did you remember me
But your laugh is gone
Someone has cut you down
Now you're trying to find your way
To safer ground
Go now before you drown
Remember the ice cream days
Whistle to the wind
And blow away the night
With a penny in your pocket
You can go to the shop
Give your smile to the lady
And steal everything she's got
The sky's the limit when you break the lock
Tanya, I've never had a friend like you
We shared everything
We talked and laughed and grew
Tanya, I've never had a friend like you
Jokes on everyone
And no one could stop us
Doing what we wanted to
God I miss you
Whistle to the wind
And bring your roller skates too
(You can find your silver wings)
(Go put on your silver wings)

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