God looking out for the homeless…
Is he the one I saw out there?
The one I saw had nothing to wear,
I don’t think he’s the one…
the one I saw had none;
Is he the one out in the cold ?
The one I saw looked quite old…
His jacket and his trousers were torn,
the one I saw seemed rather worn.
Is he the one from under the bridge,
at the bottom of the hill, near the ridge?
If he’s the one I think I know,
Please tell him, I love him so!
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