He sat there on a bench, hunched against the night’s cold No jacket, just a scarf, his shoes rundown, so old He mumbled to himself, as those types often do And hugged his arms around his chest, each time the wind blew
His expression made me think of a person I’d once known So I threw him a dollar and his “thank you” was a groan I thought, as I walked away, “that could be me someday” And many cold blocks later, that thought was there to stay
CHORUS: I thought about this world’s strays Its vagrants, tramps, its castaways, Someone’s child, a mom or dad, Or the friend I never had?
I walked the long walk back, against a driving sleet Filled with good intentions, and a measure of conceit The icy bench was empty, but his scarf, it still lay there I sat down beside it, and began to really care
Chilled to the bone I wrapped his scarf around my collar Hours passed, people passed, one tossed me a dollar I felt the icy blasts of wind, I felt the falling snow I felt much wiser then, than just three hours ago,
CHORUS
At three a.m. a man came by. He gave me quite a start When he sat down by me, I felt the beating of my heart He didn’t say a word, just sat there really still And though we’d never met, I felt I knew him well
Another hour passed as we endured the winter storm But, when he arose to leave, I suddenly felt warm His hopeful eyes met mine and I felt him search me deep As darkness closed around him, I heard, “Feed my sheep”Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
