Black street

Black street 

He walks up the black street 
In to that old inn 
Gathers all the words 
Even picks up the ones fallen on the ground 

Sing it away 
Sing those landscapes away 
And our tears 
Gather them 

Who would look at us 
Us poor - in the face 
When all walk the black street 
In to that old inn 

Sing it away 
Sing those landscapes away 
And our tears 
Gather them