Lyrics:

I'll pick 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 mornings 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 likely
To meet anybody
Anyway, you know my kind
Anyway, you know my mind
Anyway, you always wear black
I'll come back when I come back
I'll come back when I come back