Water to my lips I beg of you
Food and shelter and I'll sing to you
For a long time I've spoken
My crown of thorns is aching
And my violin is broken
My heart of stone is sinking
Brother, can you spare a dime
for a lonesome beggar out of rhymes
it's cold out and my time's at hand
I've lived a stranger in a strange land
Spare me, warm my bones and tear these ragged clothes
I have roamed this wasteland since when god only knows
Some compassion's all I'm needing
I'm scorned and bruised and hated
On bended knee I'm pleading
My tired eyes are faded
Brother, can you spare a dime
for a lonesome beggar out of rhymes
it's cold out and my time's at hand
I've lived a stranger in a strange land |