Swan (Live in Dublin)

And what he wanted was a house

To fill that house with things he loved

To walk a garden that he owned

And lie and sleep upon its grass

And what he wanted was a wife

To be loved returned as he loved her

To fold around their easy talk

And to wake and stay there in her arms

And what he wanted was a child

To fill that house with her own voice

To carry her up into her room

And there she walks within her dreams

Dark greys churn that sky

Rain down on him that little man

Pull tight your coat against the cold

Step by step that dream will come

Step by step that dream will come

Pull tight your coat against the cold