There's a light in the house in the wood in the valley.
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There's a thought in the head of the man.
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Who carries his dreams like the coat slung on his shoulder,
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Bringing you love in the cap in his hand.
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And each step he takes is one half of a lifetime:
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no word he would say could you understand.
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So he bundles his regrets into a gesture of sorrow,
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Bringing you love cap in hand.
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Catching breath as he looks through the dining-room window:
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candle lit table for two has been laid.
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Strange slippers by the fire.
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Strange boots in the hallway.
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Put my cap on my head.
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I turn and walk away.
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Pibroch (Cap In Hand)
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| Jethro Tull |
