Текст песни Come Wind Come Rain - Vashti Bunyan
                                                Come 
                                                wind, 
                                                come 
                                                rain, 
                                                we're 
                                                off 
                                                again
 
                                    
                                
                                                Our 
                                                muddy 
                                                boots 
                                                plod 
                                                down 
                                                the 
                                                lane
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                snow 
                                                has 
                                                snowed, 
                                                now 
                                                the 
                                                grass 
                                                has 
                                                growed
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                it's 
                                                time 
                                                that 
                                                we 
                                                were 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                road
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                mare 
                                                is 
                                                shod, 
                                                the 
                                                miles 
                                                untrod 
                                                between 
                                                us 
                                                and 
                                                the 
                                                land 
                                                of 
                                                God
 
                                    
                                
                                                We're 
                                                on 
                                                our 
                                                way
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                everyday 
                                                is 
                                                another 
                                                ten 
                                                miles 
                                                and 
                                                an 
                                                armful 
                                                of 
                                                hay
 
                                    
                                
                                                Hey, 
                                                ho, 
                                                the 
                                                wind 
                                                and 
                                                the 
                                                rain
 
                                    
                                
                                                It's 
                                                another 
                                                ten 
                                                miles 
                                                and 
                                                    a 
                                                pocket 
                                                of 
                                                grain
 
                                    
                                
                                                Come 
                                                wind, 
                                                come 
                                                rain, 
                                                we're 
                                                off 
                                                again
 
                                    
                                
                                                Our 
                                                muddy 
                                                boots 
                                                plod 
                                                down 
                                                the 
                                                lane
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                snow 
                                                has 
                                                snowed, 
                                                the 
                                                grass 
                                                has 
                                                growed
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                it's 
                                                time 
                                                that 
                                                we 
                                                were 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                road
 
                                    
                                
                                                Hey, 
                                                ho, 
                                                the 
                                                wind 
                                                and 
                                                the 
                                                rain
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                passers-by 
                                                wave 
                                                their 
                                                arms 
                                                and 
                                                grin
 
                                    
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