There's a light 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.

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.