Plenty for the Few - Allan Taylor, Lutz Moeller, Hans-Joerg Maucksch

I sleep in a storefront doorway

You can see me everywhere

As I hold my hand out for money

No-body seems to care

They don’t want to know my story

They’ve heard it all before

I’m just another beggar on the street

Who always asks for more

Let me lie down in green pastures

Let me gaze upon the stars

Let me wake to the sound of birdsong

And the playing of guitars

Let me roll in the arms of someone

Whose smile is the light of dawn

And I will lay me down in peace at last

To a new day being born

My body’s thin and dirty

And I’m shaking from the cold

There’s no way out but further down

And I’ll die before I’m old

Do not worry, keep on walking

You can turn the other way

I’m not in the mood for talking

And I’ve nothing left to say

Let me lie down in green pastures

Let me gaze upon the stars

Let me wake to the sound of birdsong

And the playing of guitars

Let me roll in the arms of someone

Whose smile is the light of dawn

And I will lay me down in peace at last

To a new day being born

In this brutal land of plenty

It’s only plenty for the few

And my pocket’s always empty

And there’s nothing I can do

Nothing for the needy

And only pity for the poor

I’m still sleeping in a doorway

And I can’t take it anymore

Let me lie down in green pastures

Let me gaze upon the stars

Let me wake to the sound of birdsong

And the playing of guitars

Let me roll in the arms of someone

Whose smile is the light of dawn

And I will lay me down in peace at last

To a new day being born

Lay me down in peace at last

To a new day being born