| Lyrics: | [Instrumental]
There's a light in the house, in the wood in the valley.
There's a
thought in the head, of the man.
Who carries his dreams, like the coat slung on his
shoulder,
Bringing you love, in the cap in his hand.
And each step he takes, is one
half of a life-time:
No word he would say, could you understand.
So he bundles his
regrets, into a gesture of sorrow,
Bringing you love, cap in hand.
[Instrumental]
Catching breath, as he looks through the dining-room
window:
Candle-lit table, for two has been laid.
Strange slippers by the
fire:
Strange boots in the hall-way.
Put my cap on my head - I turn, and walk
away.
[Instrumental |
