| Lyrics: | (RossiParfitt)
He is in his room, men will be there soon
They come to smash the heaven he
has known
Now he's sure to know soon that he must go
This backstreet dream he has to leave
behind
Oh, what a shame, oh what a shame
He's a poor old man, poor old man
Poor old
man, can we help you?
Things are at their worst, what should he do first?
He must
wonder, no one wants to know
He must spread his wings, pack away his things
A sack is all he
needs for all he owns
Tears they blind his eyes, tears blind his eyes
He's a poor old
man, poor old man
Poor old man, can we help you at all?
Poor old man, poor old
man
Poor old man, can we help you at all?
Poor old man, poor old man
Poor old man,
can we help you at all? |
