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.
All through the years every now and then
I’ve made my lists and packed my bag
To leave old Brentford town again...
Though you cannot see my face
Let this note for now replace
That far from lovely feature...
