Beggar On the Street of Love - Paul Kelly, The Messengers

In my time I have been a rich man giving favours

All the world at my feet and its many different flavours

I sucked it all dry

Now I realise

I’m a beggar on the street of love

All the rest have no charm

There’s nothing they can give me

What I want makes me poor

In this great big world of plenty

I’m holding out my cup

Only you can fill it up

I’m a beggar on the street of love

On my own I’m standing, so patiently

And my heart keeps calling, calling out for you to see

You look right through me and you pass me by

Take my hand, lead me to your loving milk and honey

Cover me, keep me from the night so cold and rainy

Please, I’m down on my knees

I’m a beggar on the street of love