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
<Interlude>
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
cked down
and they put you first in line
And so you finally ask yourself
just how big you are
and take your place in a wiser
world of bigger motor cars
<Intelrude>
So Where the hell was Biggles
when you needed him
last Saturday
And where were all the sportsmen
who always pulled you though
They're all resting down
in Cornwall
writing up their memoirs
for a paper-back edition
of the Boy Scout Manual
See there! A man born