In the little lanes,
in and out of the rain with an umbrella in hand,
on the way,
on the way to a ferry to Spain,
oh, what a glorious thought to be so far away,
so far away,
far away from the grey,
for a week, a month,
and come what may,
no matter what in the sun all my worries will be eased away, and sat upon the beaches the waves will crash,
and the time will pass so quickly,
for oh how glorious will be the day,
because it has been far too long,
and, in the sun, I could quite happily stay,
forever and a day,
and in my footsteps on the way to the ferry to Spain,
oh, the Spanish sun,
the thought of it,
it makes me feel better straight away,
and I like to live in the light,
and forget the darkness and the grey,
so, any time of year,
give me the cheer of the sun upon my skin any day,
because it nourishes me,
and inspires me and I feel alive,
and much brighter is my mood,
wherever in the sunshine I may stay.

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