Wanting, wanting, wanton,
Into the rain,
and the grey as the raindrops fall,
wishing for the sun with such a mind so ever full,
full of little hope into the rain and the grey I walk,
and I look for you in the autumn as the leaves do fall,
for you are a solitary thing,
and are rarely seen at all,
yet my heart it calls for you in this country where I walk tall,
but love it usually finds you,
when you are not looking at all.
