He bathed his soul in the morning light's first wink at the waning moon
He 'scaped the house with the last dormouse
And never got back too soon
He crooned his heart by the local mart
As shoppers did push and shove
Wrapped in a shawl as the winds did bawl
Singing unconditional love
His smile long played
Like an intimate raid of an infinitesimal day
Sharp frowns did knife
Like a cheated wife
Goes wishing you on your way
And amidst all that in a weather-worn hat
He listened to his God above
And painted a lean hazy afternoon scene
Singing unconditional love
The crowds long 'spersed and the skyline cursed
With a heavyweight bar of rain
Spent shops got closed
But the busker still posed
Low leaning on a window pane
All withered and cold
He'd a heart strong bold
With strings on the wings of a dove
He'll be there tonight
With his eyes shut tight
Singing unconditional love
He's a voice so fine
Wanna make it mine
What a dream-spun dazzling gift!
Like a low bass drum his throat would hum
Fast shooting up the octave rift
He warmed our loins for collected coins
That he kept in a purple glove
As the rain swept down on a fallen town
Singing unconditional love
He 'scaped the house with the last dormouse
And never got back too soon
He crooned his heart by the local mart
As shoppers did push and shove
Wrapped in a shawl as the winds did bawl
Singing unconditional love
His smile long played
Like an intimate raid of an infinitesimal day
Sharp frowns did knife
Like a cheated wife
Goes wishing you on your way
And amidst all that in a weather-worn hat
He listened to his God above
And painted a lean hazy afternoon scene
Singing unconditional love
The crowds long 'spersed and the skyline cursed
With a heavyweight bar of rain
Spent shops got closed
But the busker still posed
Low leaning on a window pane
All withered and cold
He'd a heart strong bold
With strings on the wings of a dove
He'll be there tonight
With his eyes shut tight
Singing unconditional love
He's a voice so fine
Wanna make it mine
What a dream-spun dazzling gift!
Like a low bass drum his throat would hum
Fast shooting up the octave rift
He warmed our loins for collected coins
That he kept in a purple glove
As the rain swept down on a fallen town
Singing unconditional love
