Driving to your home again,
forgive me to the rain.
It's [bad word] that I willed and wished for you,
each night upon my bed.
Driving down your road again,
a winding road of green,
your face a distant memory,
an autumn leaf in spring.

'Twas a long time ago, in the time of the lorry low,
'Twas a long time ago, was a claw in the days of old.

Following the signs of you, as sparrows flock around,
I will always drink to you, when entering this town
Grievous angels laugh at you for leaving me to be,
I see your face in every blue-ish sky and road and sea

'Twas a long time, in the time of the lorry low
'Twas a long time, was a claw in the days of old