Oh i have been a beggar
and shall be one again
and few the ones with help to lend
within the world of men.
One day i walk in flowers
one day i walk on stones
today i walk in hours
one day i shall be home
I have sat on the street corner
and watched the bootheels shine
and cried out glad and cried out sad
with every voice but mine.
One day i walk in flowers
one day i walk on stones
today i walk in hours
one day i shall be home
one day i shall be home
(burritt's rapids, ont. -- june, 1970)
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