The Blind Man
The blind man stands lone at King's Cross Station
He wears sunshades that do his spoilt eyes hide
Crowds pass him, people of his own nation,
A guide-dog with him in whom he'd confide.
He wears sunshades that do his spoilt eyes hide
He has his hat out where he collects coins
A guide-dog with him in whom he'd confide
His trousers down low, it clasps at his groins.
He has his hat out where he collects coins
His cane sticking out, a slight length forward,
His trousers down low, it clasps at his groins
He pets his dog and gives it a reward.
His cane sticking out, a slight length forward
In his guide-dog he is quite reliant
He pets his dog and gives it a reward
The dog's always his friendly compliant.
In his guide-dog he is quite reliant
Crowds pass him, people of his own nation,
The dog's always his friendly compliant,
The blind man stands lone at King's Cross Station.