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