I'll pich up all my things with care

And leave them in a corner somewhere

You can put them all in a sack

I'll come back when I come back


I have cold nights and morning to spend

Writing letters, to you and to my friends

Lit by a candle in a haystack

I'll come back when I come back


I really do

Admire you

And I won't be lilely

To meet anybody


Anyway you know my kind

Anyway youknow my mind

Anyway you always wear blakc

I'll come back when I come back