Coordinates: 52°24′55″N 2°06′50″W / 52.415178°N 2.113967°W / 52.415178; -2.113967
Clent is a village and civil parish in the Bromsgrove District of Worcestershire, England, southwest of Birmingham and close to the edge of the West Midlands conurbation. At the 2001 census it had a population of 2,600.
The parishes of Clent and Broome were once an exclave of Staffordshire, completely surrounded by Worcestershire, having been seized by the Sheriff of Staffordshire before the Norman Conquest. This anomaly was addressed in 1844 when it was belatedly returned to Worcestershire. Clent had however always remained part of the Worcester Diocese.
Because of the hilly topography of the parish the village consists of several distinct hamlets. These are Upper Clent (Clatterbach and the area around the parish church of St. Leonard), Lower Clent, Holy Cross, Adams Hill and Walton Pool. The Civil Parish of Clent also includes part of the village of West Hagley, the population of which is about half that of the whole parish. Though in the ancient ecclesiastical parish of Clent, that area is now part of the Anglican parish of Broome. Part of the parish is an area of agricultural lowland, but to the northwest the ground rises forming the Clent Hills (now owned by the National Trust), which is a popular destination for walkers.
Time came around and I was in need
You came by my side, all my troubles to ease
You collected my heart, healing the past
You'll never lay down [unverified] and I can count on you
We all speak well of a bridge that carries us over
Over safe
The art of compromise has surely been our greatest strength
Our greatest strength
When someone pretends to circle your friend
And finds, he's [unverified] betraying you 'fore it all ends
A bittersweet chain, that'll always remain
So don't let illusions get the better of you
We all speak well of a bridge that carries us over
Over safe
The art of compromise has surely been our greatest strength
Our greatest strength
Love is to share where words can't compare
Love is desire, so full of fire
We all speak well of a bridge that carries us over
Over safe
The art of compromise has surely been our greatest strength
Our greatest strength
We all speak well of a bridge that carries us over
Over safe
The art of compromise has surely been our greatest strength