Brave in the clothes of Georgie’s,
you take a train to the North,
winding through New York state
in the morning, leaves on the floor.
Gentle the rain at home,
gentle the rain at home,
when we can and will return,
when we can and will return.
He said I could just take the canoe,
whenever I need.
And, if I go back over the lake,
the clouds may recede.
Gentle the rain at home,
gentle the rain at home,
when we can and will return,
when we can and will return. |