Let me tell you a little story
About my younger days
Travelling the world
Sometimes had nowhere to stay
It was always a poor man
Saying welcome to my shores
It was always the poor man
Who opened the doors
It’s always the poor man
Who smiles from his soul
Ironically the poor
Who help the hungry and the cold
When you are in need
The poor will always give a hand
It’s the poor who understand
The brotherhood of man
Oh yes it was the poor
Who treated me just like their own
Amongst the poor
I never ever ever felt alone
It was hard for me to understand
At the start
Ironically the poor man
Is who has the richest heart
It was the poor, the downtrodden, the weak, the
forgotten
Who taught me about empathy and pain
Yes the poor, the downtrodden, the weak, the forgotten
Who gave me shelter from the rain
This song is a thankyou
To all those precious souls
I will never forget you
No matter where I go