(原詩)

As I reach for a peach,
Slide a rind down behind
The sofa in San Tropez
Breakin' a stick
With a brick on the sand
Ridin' a wave
In the wake of an old sedan
Sleepin' alone
In the drone of the darkness
Scratched by the sand
That fell from my love
Deep in my dreams
And I still hear her callin'

"If you're alone,
I'll come ho-ho-home"

Backward and homebound,
The pigeon, the dove
Gone with the wind
And the rain, on an airplane
Born in a home with no silver spoon
I'm drinking champagne
Like a good tycoon
Sooner than wait
For a break in the weather
I'll gather
My far-flung thoughts together
Speeding away on the wind to a new day

"If you're alone,
I'll come ho-ho-home"

(interlude)

And I pause for a while
By a country stile
And listen to the things they say
Diggin' for gold in a hole in my hand
Open a book, take a look
At the way things stand
And you're leading me down
To the place by the sea
I hear your soft voice calling to me
Making a date for later by phone

"If you're alone,
I'll come ho-ho-home"