Original lyrics
ENCold blows the wind through the busy streets
Crowds hurry home as the sun disappears
There sits the man with the worn-down face
He knows he's not welcome here
The street singer smiles as the coins rain down
Those cheerful tunes ease our guilt and our fear
We all turn our heads from the man on the ground
And he knows he's not welcome here
But there's a light in the darkness
There's a song in the sound
There's a voice in the silence
And it's time we listen now
Who told us all that a desperate plea
Is just bad behaviour that should disappear
Who made the rules on the price of a life
And who says they're not welcome here
But there's a light in the darkness
There's a song in the sound
There's a voice in the silence
And it's time we listen now
