A pilgrim on a pilgrimage. Walked across the Brooklyn Bridge. His sneakers torn in the hour. When the homeless move their cardboard blankets. And the new day is born Folded in his backpack pocket.
Never been lonely. Never been lied to. Never had to scuffle in fear. Nothing denied to. Born at the instant. The church bells chime. The whole world whispering. You're born at the right time Do
Joseph's face was black as night. The pale yellow moon shone in his eyes. His path was marked. By the stars in the Southern Hemisphere. And he walked his days. Under African skies This is the sto
Ooh, little sleepy boy. Do you know what time it is?. Well, the hour of your bedtime's long been past. And though I know you're fightin' it. I can tell when you rub your eyes. You're fadin' fast,
When you're weary. Feeling small. When tears are in your eyes. I will dry them all. . I'm on your side. . When times get rough. And friends just can't be found. Like a bridge over troubled wa
I was reading a magazine. And thinking of a rock and roll song. The year was nineteen fifty four. And I hadn't been playing that long When a man came on the radio. And this is what he said. He sa
Some people say Jesus that's the ace in the hole. But I never met the man so l don't really know. Maybe some Christmas if I'm sick and alone. He will look up my number. Call me on the phone and sa