Now...in this faraway land
 Strange...that the palms of my hands
 Should be damp with expectancy
 
 Spring...and the air's turning mild
 City lights...and the glimpse of a child
 Of the alleyway infantry
 
 Friends...do they know what i mean
 Rain...and the gathering green
 Of an afternoon out-of-town
 
 But lord i had to go
 My trail was laid too slow behind me
 To face the call of fame
 Or make a drunkard's name for me
 Though now this other life
 Has brought a different understanding
 And from these endless days
 Shall come a broader sympathy
 And though i count the hours
 To be alone's no injury...
 
 My home...was a place near the sand
 Cliffs...and a military band
 Blew and air of normality