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 lifetime:
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 hallway
Put my cap on my head
I turn and walk away