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!