Raith Four

It's been a while, but there you go, you're no longer a child, when women start to pray, or when the cock crows, you'll have your say, no need to find, what you already own, deep in your smile, a star shows the way, frozen in your bones, there are not many trains, say you don't mind, you'd rather come alone, whatever the time, stay here a while, wrapped against the snow, you have great style, we sit by a fire, listening to the blow, your eyes look wild, lost in your soul.