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,