Swan

And what he wanted was a house To fill that house with things he loved To walk a garden that he owned And lie and sleep upon its grass upon its grass And what he wanted was a wife To be loved returned as he loved her To fold around their easy talk To wake and stay there in her arms in her arms And what he wanted was a child To fill that house with her own voice To carry her up into her room And there she walks within her dreams within her dreams Dark greys churn that sky Rain down on him (that little man) Rain down on him (that little man) Rain down on him Pull tight your coat against the cold Step by step that dream will come Pull tight your coat against the cold Step by step that dream will come Pull tight your coat against the cold Step by step that dream will come