One round roof that goes with me
A walking house, a canopy
The lane is washed, the air is clean
The hedges dripping bottle-green
My boots make islands as I go
The rain plays on my portable roof
Under cover, close and dry
Like a wing between me and sky
Umbrella and the falling grey
Walking slow the long wet way
All the world behind a veil
Soft as any fairy tale
I pass the shops with fogged-up eyes
The bakery breathes its buttered sighs
Nobody's out, and that's just fine
The whole wet avenue is mine
Umbrella and the falling grey
Walking slow the long wet way
All the world behind a veil
Soft as any fairy tale
Kept and covered, come what may
Sheltered all along the way
Umbrella and the falling grey
Walking slow the long wet way
All the world behind a veil
Soft as any fairy tale
One round roof that goes with me
A walking house, a canopy
