Hurrying along the street,
hurrying along,
faster and faster,
wanting to meet the train,
wanting to meet the train amidst the rain,
oh, so many raindrops,
raindrops falling again and again,
as with an umbrella in hand,
I rush under grey clouds with a grim face,
as only the wind does allow,
and I hurry along,
I hurry along,
faster and faster,
footsteps quicker and quicker one after another,
splashing in the puddles,
with my head of all a muddle,
heading for the train,
as fast as I can,
yes, heading for the train station,
and the platform in the rain to climb aboard at 11.03am,
and happy to be almost on my way to Spain,
and so glad to be, almost away,
so glad to be almost away on such a stormy day,
and so close to being back in the warm,
and so glad to be off,
so glad to be off to see loved ones so many miles away,
and so glad to soon be sitting down,
looking forward to start warming up,
and to taking off the wet coat,
and looking forward to watching the world go by,
with a smile on my face,
as with every minute, my loved ones get closer,
and the rain,
the rain it gets further away,
and Spain gets closer with every second,
oh, what a thrill it soon will be,
to be, to be on my way.
