Letras
Every old man I see
Reminds me of my father
When he had fallen in love with death
One time when sheaves were gathered
That man I saw on Gardner Street
Stumbled on the curb, was one
He stared at me half-eyed
I might have been his son
And I remember the musician
Faltering over his fiddle
In Bayswater, London
He too set me the riddle
Every old man I see
In October-coloured weather
Seems to say to me
'I was once your father'