Tramp And The Young Girl
Down by the river, foggy and grey,
Only a young girl kneeling to pray
Down in the water, muddy and cold,
Eyes red from crying. A torn, ragged soul.
Once so young and gay,
Once in dreams of yesterday.
Down by the river, foggy and grey,
Only an old tramp shuffles his way.
He saw that the water, that the water so wide
Held the young body of a love that had died.
Once so young and fair.
Once, and now despair.
Down by the reeds, they found him next day,
Dead like the young girl, in the water so grey.
That muddy old river took two of a kind,
A tramp and a young girl,
That love left behind.
Marc Almond Tramp And The Young Girl