Balcony man
An old man sits on his Balcony
Looking out on you and me
Sitting there with his bonsai tree
Looking like there’s a world to see
He’s up there in his block of flats
In his holed cardy. And old flat cap
Wonder what’s going through his head
Does he take his war to bed
You don’t know, he fought in a war
You don’t know, the number on his door
You don’t know, he won the V.C.
You don’t know, he fought for you and me
He watches me, feeding the ducks
By the roadworks and workman’s hut
Goes watching people, walking by
Not knowing whether to laugh or cry
You don’t know, he fought in a war
You don’t know, the number on his door
You don’t know, he won the V.C.
You don’t know, he fought for you and me
