Come train through the forests of rain

Bring my girl to my aching arms

Into the night against the grain

Of peace I register my qualms

Don’t let her be soaked! This brutal weather

Appalls, but soon we’ll be together

The climate of our days sometimes

Not good, we’ve seen a fearsome year

Uprooted, no work, unwell, what crimes

We wondered had we committed here?

But I see her blue eyes gleam through the night

And the rain, and things are pretty alright!

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