He was an eerie sort chap
Standing on our street
In double breasted suit
And odd shoes on his feet
And he fingered a penny whistle
Which he played with such style
And his battered young old face
Creased by a hugely warm smile
i was inexorably drawn to look into his eyes
realised with a start he was wearing a disguise
for they were deep and blue with an icy cold chill
that drew me to their depths much against my will
showed me his visions of a mayhem and abject despair
strange worlds of hell i couldn't have known were there
i was sinking i was crying
maybe i was dying
from where i'd been
from what i'd seen
i tried to yell rail scream shout
and very suddenly he thrust me out
and i was standing on that pavement with a shaking fear
and down that strange face rolled just a single tear
i wondered as i looked if things were as they'd seemed
or had i wandered off and dreamed the strangest of dreams
to thjis day l'll never know
as he gave a nod and i turned to go
And he fingered a penny whistle
Which he played with such style
And his battered young old face
Creased by a hugely warm smile
He was an eerie sort chap
Standing on our street
In double breasted suit
And odd shoes on his feet
