The rain came down like beads 
Bouncing on the noses of the 
People from the train 
A flock of salty ears 
Sparkled in the traffic lights 
Feet squelched soggy leaves across the grain 
I took my love to Clifton in the rain 

And all along the way 
Wanderers in overcoats with 
Collars on parade 
And steaming in the night 
The listeners in the Troubadour 
Guitar player weaves a willow strain 
I took my love to Clifton in the rain 

Jacqueline Bisset 
I saw your movie 
Wondered if you really felt that way 
Do you ever fear 
The images of Hollywood? 
Have you felt a shadow of its pain? 
I thought of you in Clifton in the rain