Coming home in the rain
To my home again
My kids, my wife.
The heart of my life
I feel each drop’s a kiss
Not given those who miss
The warmth of folks,
Familiar jokes…
I’m living again.
We met in Scotland: to her I say
Greetings on St Andrew’s Day!
She’s sort of Scottish by consent...
That I do love you darling so,
Oh, know;
That I so ache that I may take...
