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

And what he wanted was a wife
To be loved returned as he loved her
To fold around their easy talk
And to wake and stay there 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

Dark greys churn that sky
Rain down on him that little man

Pull tight your coat against the cold
Step by step that dream will come
Step by step that dream will come
Pull tight your coat against the cold