Whistling Tom

In his early seventies his hair silvery gray I meet Whistling Tom in the park every day When he smiles and says hi the gap in his teeth show He walks in all weather sun, rain, hail or snow. He does know the air of many an old song And he is always whistling as he walks along His beautiful whistling brings joy to the day A happy old bloke in his own cheerful way. He lives in a one bedroom Council flat at an unfashionable address But poverty for him not a barrier to happiness He whistles and sings he is happy and kind A beautiful man with a beautiful mind. A stranger to financial wealth and renown Yet he is the happiest person in town He is happy with his life he hasn't a care But people like him as always are rare. In the Townpark every evening he is one I do see And he never fails for to acknowledge me A stranger to wealth and a stranger to fame But he whistles and sings Whistling Tom his nickname.