His year-long reunion only I am a
Stranger
Surrounded by gifts like a babe in the
Manger
A feast for thousands many years in the
Making
And I have done nothing is it mine for
The taking
Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh
A washer of windows for newborn babies
A pat on the back from the grey-haired
Old ladies
Under the pavilion many miles from home
The rain was a barrier I felt so alone
Oh oh oh
Oh oh o