River Street Urchins

River street urchins The gutters are swelling [Waiting] for the sky—you, I To reach—the storm drains of joy. Before we go Before we let go. We, too, will rain- River street urchins Before we go Before we let go. We, too, will rain River street urchins Pauper's oh, so giving, don't you know. We'll queue in the streets And pray to be free Till we go Before we let go. We, too, will rain On every official bank holiday parade: Till we're free, till we're free Till we're free, till we're free Till we're free to go We'll never clear out: Absorbing as every stain there might be. I'll fabricate a new colour. A rainbow's pot of gold… One for just you and me!