There's a ligd. And each step he takes is one half of a lifetime: no word he would say could you understand. So he bundles his regrets into a gesture of sorrow, Bringing you love cap in hand. Catching breath as he looks through the dining-room window: candle lit table for two has been laid. Strange slippers by the fire. Strange boots in the hallway. Put my cap on my head. I turn and walk away. words and music by IAN ANDERSON TRANSCRIPTION BY PACO JIMENEZ ALL CORRECTIONS ARE WELCOME ARCHIVE (xguitar.com)
