I’ve come across a wondering man
his vestments were full of holes
and around his neck he wore a knitted scarf
to keep out the rain and cold
During the day he would stand on a street
asking for a Frank, or maybe two
and when the sun was almost down
he spent the money on food
I’ve come across a wondering man
his eyes were a steely blue
he played no guitar, nor sang a song
he just asked for a Frank, or maybe two
During the day he would stand on a street
eyeing the passersby
and when the sun was almost down
to the children he would wave goodbye
I’ve come across a wondering man
his vestments were full of holes
like every man, he had once many dreams,
but now his story is told.
(Copyright Steven S. Walsky 1977)
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