Wishing to be under an umbrella
We are soaked to the skin
As we shuffle through the wet leaves
Into the winter winds
Still rain drops keep falling
as the grey skies go black
We find the missing child
Our heat is warm, at last
Wishing to be under an umbrella
We are soaked to the skin
As we shuffle through the wet leaves
Into the winter winds
Still rain drops keep falling
as the grey skies go black
We find the missing child
Our heat is warm, at last