Tramp
The sun was low, and the shadow was cold,
On the pale drawn face, that was wrinkled and old,
A newspaper coat, hanging loose 'round his throat,
And the shoes on his feet, strips of leather tied up with rope,
His uncombed hair, and eyes that would stare,
At the people passing by, who didn't know or didn't care
Chorus:
This poor old man he's all alone,
He's got no money or no home of his own,
The back street's his kitchen,
The footpath's his hall,
And the chalk on the brick work,
Are the pictures on his wall,
He lays down his head,
On the pavement that's his bed,
And when he sleeps, his dreams fade away
He walks down the street, with his hands in his coat,
Looking down at his feet, for a dog-end he could smoke,
He thinks about food, good drinking and good fun,
As he searches through the dustbins, his life almost done
Repeat Chorus:
Vagabundo
El sol estaba bajo, y la sombra era fría,
En el rostro pálido y arrugado,
Un abrigo de periódico, colgando suelto alrededor de su cuello,
Y los zapatos en sus pies, tiras de cuero atadas con cuerda,
Su cabello despeinado, y ojos que miraban fijamente,
A la gente que pasaba, que no sabía o no le importaba
Coro:
Este pobre anciano está completamente solo,
No tiene dinero ni un hogar propio,
El callejón es su cocina,
La vereda es su salón,
Y la tiza en la pared de ladrillo,
Son las imágenes en su pared,
Él recuesta su cabeza,
En el pavimento que es su cama,
Y cuando duerme, sus sueños se desvanecen
Caminando por la calle, con las manos en su abrigo,
Mirando hacia abajo a sus pies, buscando un colilla para fumar,
Pensando en comida, buena bebida y diversión,
Mientras busca entre los basureros, su vida casi terminada
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