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.