My Indian Neighbours

The man next door is one I do often see He has a dark haired wife and a dark haired daughter of three As neighbours we do live in harmony Though they speak in a different tongue to me Their Homeplaces as is mine from here are far away He is from New Delhi and she is from Bombay They do speak English though not very good And my accent by them not easily understood But they have the warmth of India in their hello smile So lovely down to earth and free of guile With raven hair and skin of chestnut brown The nicest people in our side of the town I see them often at least once a day And our common bond is we are from far away.