Drip, drop.
Drip, drop.
Drip, drop.
Again and again, every time it rains. Drip, drop. Over and over it rings in my head. Drip, drop. I'm cold and I shiver, no warmth to call my own. No place to make a fire.-- They laugh. I can hear them. They laugh loudly!
Benjamin is off again. I told him not to leave, I told him not to take the path. It's the wrong one to take. He's lost, I know this much. He's always lost. He should have listened. Drip, drop.
The warmth I once had is now gone. I don't know where. I cannot seek it and cannot find it. The soft-touch of her skin to mine, the sweet scent of her hair; spring flowers in bloom. Her voice. No, I don't remember her voice, but I know it was filled with care and could sooth the wildest beast.
Why has she gone? --Did you take her away!? You will not answer, you do not care. You are there to laugh! Laugh at it all! Drip, drop.
Damn it all, Benjamin! Where have you gone? Do I have to find you again? --The camp. You've gone to seek the warmth of their fire, haven't you old friend?- Leaving me here to die in the cold. I will not have it. I will not have it at all! Drip, drop.
The ground is soaked and my socks are wet. I hate it, I hate it, I hate it! The chill, the feeling, the sound of it- all! I will hurry and find the edge of the wood. The water is cruel and I can't find their fire, but I know the path. I've treaded it many times before. Maybe they will have food to spare, a bone to gnaw on or an unwanted sip of their precious wine. Drip, drop.
There. Yes, there at last! I can hear their laughs and there is smoke in the air. --Here you are Benjamin, I've found you at last. I told you not to turn,- that you'd go the wrong way. Now here, I will wait. Just a moment longer.
They see me. They know me. Yes, I know these voices. Answer, you wet sock, answer! Like that, don't forget to answer. The men still ask questions, they still wonder.
Answer, damn you, answer!
Drip, drop
Drip, drop
"Good evenin', lads. Aye, I'd like to sit wit' ye fer awhile."
