Sunny

1.Sitting in the doorway, begging cap between your knees

Staring at the passers-by and wondering how to please them

They’d be so much happier if you’d only go away

But just to ease their minds awhile, they’ll only stop and pray

Chorus: Sunny, tell me where you’ve been

Sunny, where’re you going to

You’ll never answer one or the other

Can’t even tell me who was your mother

You only know at the end of the town

There’s a quiet spot and you want to lie down

2. Grubbing round the dustbins, trying to find a scrap to feed you

But the dogs have been there first, and you can only find their leavings

There’s a fag that tastes of urine, but you puff it just the same

And strike your one last match to warm your fingers round the flame

3. In a doorway by the marketplace, you lay your weary head to rest

In amongst the rotting cabbages and turnip-heads a-festering

Rats that scurry round you can’t disturb you from your sleep

But those that stop and pray will say you’re safe within God’s keep

4. The sun has not yet risen, but it’s light on the horizon,

It’s getting chilly in your doorway and it’s time that you were moving

You’re one day further from your start and nearer to your end

Can you make it out another day without a single friend