Track 2 of the album Leopold Marsh · 2008
The Man Who Held the Umbrella
“A true story about a stranger and a borrowed umbrella, and the kindest thing that ever happened to me at a station. I let the strings do the blushing.”
cinematic pop · orchestral pop · chamber ballad · 3:31
Lyrics
Rain came down on Station Street My bags were split, my shoes were wet I stood there, lost and out of luck Out of change and out of pluck A stranger stepped out from the door Held his umbrella, said no more Just picked my parcels off the ground And walked me till my bus came round Thank you, friend I'll never see again Thank you for the shelter in the rain You didn't ask my name, you didn't stay But you made a grey and heavy day Feel like home Feel like home He tipped his hat and turned to go His coat was dark with falling snow No, not snow, it was only rain But I felt the warmth of it just the same Thank you, friend I'll never see again Thank you for the shelter in the rain You didn't ask my name, you didn't stay But you made a grey and heavy day Feel like home Feel like home Small kindnesses, they carry far Like lamplight from a distant star And somewhere now, I hope you know Your gentle thing still glows Thank you, friend I'll never see again Thank you for the shelter in the rain And when a stranger needs a hand from me I'll hold the umbrella, gladly, willingly Feel like home Feel like home Thank you, friend Feel like home