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 slang
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,
Brining you love cap in hand
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.