Lyrics:

I'll pitch 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