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)