The Poet (Harvest Barclay James)

Here I sit watching the day out No-one beside me who may doubt All of the words that I could chose to say So listen, believe, or be gone from this day I need a friend to walk with me And sit in the shade of an old tree To think nothing much, just agree with my thoughts To say nothing much, never tell what I ought Watching the people pass by now They just don't know why or know how They don't seem to care about all that I've seen They just walk on by never knowing I've been Sitting up here where I'm wind blown Only to ask and to be shown Things that would make you believe what I say I'll tell you myself and I'll show you some day