Flecks of dust in the morning light Float by toys back on the shelves Dishes drying on the counter-side Rolls down his sleeves Straightens his tie Whistling a love song while he works When it′s for him to go Neighbours hear the melody And think it's just the radio
No one sees him coming No one hears him leave Is it more than just good fortune Who′d believe?
The gentleman has been The gentleman has been
Strolls the streets with sincerity Looking for new souls in need Orchestrating harmony A quiet conductor of good deeds A mother's keys back on the hook A beggar finds his favourite book A worn-down widow finds the look Of love, reflected in a
Mirror she'd have missed Had her head not been turned By the sound of an old love song, faintly heard
The Gentleman has been The Gentleman has been
Eternally comforting the lonely Wandering with the living who are lost
No-one sees him coming No one hears him leave Is it more than just good fortune Who′d believe?
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