by Paul McCann
I walk the streets of Bundanoon and see the wild flowers bloom ,
The day is almost over and I’m staring at the moon ,
thinking of the dawn ahead I wish it would begin ,
sleeping rough is cold and no one will ask me in .
Ghost like shadows cross the street there before my eyes
if you step inside my doorway you will hear me cry ,
I’m wrapped up in some newspapers I found inside a bin ,
winters almost over now and spring will soon begin .
On the lonely streets of Bundanoon people pass like shadows on the moon
I stepped inside a sacred place and I said a prayer for you ,
cemeteries and silence have replaced the love we knew ,
I placed a rose at your grave and lay there for a while ,
I walk the lonely streets again with the memory of your smile
On the lonely streets of Bundanoon people pass like shadows on the moon
The golden sands are far away from the doorway where I sleep
but I can hear the waves crash down where waters run so deep .
Horizons are hazy lines stretching out to me ,
a future without you is where I have to be
On the lonely streets of Bundanoon people pass like shadows on the moon
Originally Posted On Site: 2011-07-20 03:25:32
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