I once walked by the saddest city lane br And saw an old man there, all ragged and plain. br He sat alone by a glowing fires flaring light br An empty wine bottle before him, a sorry, sorry sight. br br All he wanted was some shelter and to forget pain, br But the night would spite him that, all it’d bring is cold rain. br And I just walked on, on in wonder, on towards home br Remembering fire in his eyes with mine on the gloam.