If you're thinking of leaving tomorrow If you're planning on closing a door If you're cutting your ties And shutting your eyes On all the good that's gone before Well, I won't say a word to dissuade you And I have no truth to make you see For I'm long since through with talking And you're long since a stranger to me Now, if you're humbling yourself before your maker If you're preparing for yourself to take a bow If you're cleansing your soul And attending your woe Heading for the heartland in a plough Well, I won't say a word to dissuade you No I will not disturb your reverie For I'm long since through with talking And you're long since a stranger to me Now your eyes are full of promise And your winter coat is warm Your house is fine and your vanities are like mine You're the perfect port in any storm And your hair is the colour of morning And your trust comes absolutely free And your soul is as high as Mount Etna But your loving is a stranger to me But your loving is a stranger to me But your loving is a stranger to me