The man I love Maybe I shall meet him Sunday Maybe Monday, maybe not Still I'm sure to meet him one day Maybe Tuesday will be my good news day He'll build a little home From which I'll never roam Who would, would you And so all else above

One day I shall be home One day I walk in flowers One day I walk on stones Today I walk in hours Oh I have been a beggar And shall be one again And few the ones with help to lend Within the world of men I have sat on the street corner And watched the

No angel of mercy Is gonna hear my call (oh no) To dry the tears that shall not fall I woke alone today For all the birds have flown Inside this empty house Which no longer feels like home Admidst life's killing fields of war This door of memories