Every morning I would see him sleeping in the dew He never noticed me as I passed by I'd walk by slowly staring at the holes worn through his shoes Wondering how he managed to get by
Sad old man nobody loves him Sad old man has no place to stay And nothing to claim but a broken down park bench And a newspaper blanket on a cold winter's day
The afternoon would come; I'd see him begging by the square While I was in the crowd without a mind And had I been alone, I would have told him someone cared But it never bothered him for he was blind
Sad old man nobody loves him Sad old man has no place to stay And nothing to claim but a broken down park bench And a newspaper blanket on a cold winter's day
Sad old man how long will you be here Sad old man how long can you stay For if you should leave who'll take care of the park bench And the newspaper blanket would be left by the wayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
