Vashti Bunyan

Come wind, come rain
We're off again
Our muddy boots plod down the lane
The snow has snowed
Now the grass has grown
And it's time that we were on the road
The mare is shod,
The miles untrod between us and the land of god
We're on our way,
And everyday is another ten miles
And a pocket of grain

Hey ho, the wind and the rain
It's another 10 miles and a pocket of rain