Homeless

She said she had no money

But he was in doubt

He told her, "I used to be in too"

But now he was out

"Spare some small change lady

And I'll be on my way"

She looked into his eyes

And deep in his soul

I know she was wondering

If he was in control

She muttered to herself, "Those beggars,

Where do they all come from?"

He said, "I'm not a homeless man

I'm a gypsy by trade

And I'm travelling this land

I'm not a homeless man"

He moved through the streets

With his headband low

Never thinking he would never see

That woman again, you know

Just sleeping in the doorways

And alleys like he always had

The years rolled by

And later on

He spotted an old woman

All tattered and worn

Hard times had got her

Her clothes were ragged and old

She said, "I'm not a homeless woman

I'm a gypsy by trade

And I'm travelling this land

I'm not a homeless woman"

Sometime in the daytime

Sometimes at night

You will see a couple walking

They'll come into sight

Pushing their carts

And holding hands

If you ask to help

They'll just run away

Like little children, out to play

And if you ask, "Who are you"

They'll always say

"I'm not a homeless man

I'm a gypsy by trade

And I'm travelling this land

She's not a homeless woman

I'm not a homeless man"