Just Another Poor Boy - Chris De Burgh

He was but a traveller on the lonely road of life

She, her name was Mary, A lady of the night

She found him lying in that road, on a winter’s night so cold

Just another poor boy, treat him right

She saw that he was hungry and gave him food to eat

She knew that he was weary an he had no place to sleep

She took him home to her own bed, she lay down his wounded head

And washed away the world from his hands and his knees

He was just another poor boy, Just another poor boy

When he cried out in his sleep she held him tight

Just another poor boy, Just another poor boy

And she gave him love and comfort throught the night

Till the morning light.

At night she sat beside him, by the fire they would talk

He said all men were brothers and that love could conquer all

Many gathered round to hear, many for his life did fear

In troubled times like these men seldom talk

Oh they came for him one morning at the breaking of the day

She woke to to hear him calling as they carried him away

Accusing him of spreading lies and hate

His public meetings were a danger to the state

Some soldier said «Who was he anyway ??»

Just another poor boy, Just another poor boy

And the tears were falling from her face like rain

Just another poor boy, Just another poor boy

And they hung him on a hillside far away

And on the ground she lay… Poor boy… Oh, my Lord…

Oh my Lord … Oh my Lord…

Just another poor boy, Just another poor boy

And the tears were falling from her face like rain

Just another poor boy, Just another poor boy

And the hung him on a hillside far away, just another poor boy

Just another poor boy, Just another poor boy

And she’d never dreamed she’d see his face again.