सहगान
Bottles and boxes and ten miles a day
He walks slowly making his rounds
Picking up bottles and boxes and papers
And anything else we'd throw down
He walks slowly making his rounds
Picking up bottles and boxes and papers
And anything else we'd throw down
कविता 1
He's hump-backed and wrinkled
But unlike Van Winkel he doesn't sleep his life away
And he speaks so seldom that some of us wonder
Just what the old man has to say
Some folks laugh at him
But unlike Van Winkel he doesn't sleep his life away
And he speaks so seldom that some of us wonder
Just what the old man has to say
Some folks laugh at him
कविता 2
But he doesn't notice
He goes right on bout his day
Picking up bottles and boxes and papers
And pieces of life thrown away
He goes right on bout his day
Picking up bottles and boxes and papers
And pieces of life thrown away
[ Piano Interlude]
कविता 3
Too big and tattered the clothes
That he's gathered from boxes thrown into the street
He hides from the rain under store building ownings
And stays in a shade in the heat
That he's gathered from boxes thrown into the street
He hides from the rain under store building ownings
And stays in a shade in the heat
कविता 4
Sisters and mothers and daddys and brothers
He has none as far as I know
Just bottles and boxes they're his little Fort Knox's
But to us they're just somethin' to throw
Some folks laugh at him
He has none as far as I know
Just bottles and boxes they're his little Fort Knox's
But to us they're just somethin' to throw
Some folks laugh at him
[ Piano Interlude]
सहगान
Bottles and boxes and ten miles a day
He walks slowly making his rounds
Picking up bottles and boxes and papers
And anything else we'd throw down
He walks slowly making his rounds
Picking up bottles and boxes and papers
And anything else we'd throw down
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