The Beggar's Song

The beggars whistlin,
His tambourine a’clangin,
His wisdom song ain’t long,
But no one’s listenin.

Working class works no more,
The bourgeoisie want it all,
The rich man on his yacht
Ain’t happy with his lot.

Beggar’s song,
Still goes on,
Whistling.

Flowers turned to dust,
Lovers turn to lust,
The bells ring ‘God is dead’,
The vicar’s filled with dread.

The Raven no longer croaking,
No one cares remembering.
The past is done and gone,
The world has now moved on.

So content,
Words so kempt,
Empty.

The children are all crying,
They’re so afraid of dying,
They’re blown so full of hope,
But for what I don’t know.

The nightingale is singing,
The song that beggar whistling,
The song that fear death not,
Song of love and hope.

Song lives on,
Life moves on,
Whistling.

The Beggar's Song

barnsy

Joined May 2008

Artist's Description

Song inspired by Keats, Poe, Dylan etc.

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