I walked the path through Cuffley every day Through the early, dreary, misty morning At such a time to catch the train And not much moving through my mind 19 was a boy with broken heart Looking for himself in a place like London Those streets held nothing but a start And all the world was there except for one thing His art Oh, he soaked up that rain Dark eyes in dim-lit clubs He walked holes through his shoes And only played for me or you, only once I remember the changing of the trees From the vacant, fogged-up window-seat I saw them change from dark to vibrant green That sure was a lovely time for me And then I heard some whisper calling Singing to my ear It came in through the depth of darkness Begging me to hear It was my home was calling, home was calling Pleading for me there And all the empty cold nights Felt through this ice And lack of words sincere I went on home (Lack of words sincere, I went on home) I went on home (I went on home) I went on home Went on home I walked the path through Cuffley every day Still now am I grateful for my time there As the world resolved to show my way I resolved to live it come what may