Geronimo

(albüm: Promenade - 1994)

While they have been eating
The rain has started falling
Gradually gathering in strength
What began a drizzle
Has now become torrential
And doesn't look like coming to an end

The two bedraggled figures
That huddle in the doorway
With nothing vaguely waterproof to wear
Are now secretly wishing
They'd listened to their mothers
When being told to always be prepared

Screaming
'Geronimo!'
They run for it down the road
With an arm around her waist
He leads her to a place
He knows

Soaked through, but happy
They squelch up to the landing
The room before them
Makes a welcome sight
The coal fire is throwing
Strange shapes upon the hearthrug
And crying out to be knelt down beside

She pulls off her jumper
And flings it in the corner
He picks it up and hangs it on a chair
She puts on a record
And sings into her coffee
He puts a blanket round her
Sits her down
And dries her beautiful hair