I heard he sang a good song I heard he had a style And so I came to see him, to listen for a while And there he was, this young boy A stranger to my eyes
I felt all flushed with fever In there was a vital crowd I felt he found my letters and read each out loud Afraid that he would finish But he just kept right on
He sang as if he knew me in all my dark despair And then he looked right through me As if I wasn't there And he just kept on singing Singing clear and strong