I walk the streets of Bundanoon and see the wild flowers bloom ,
The day is almost over and I知 staring at the moon.
I知 thinking of the dawn ahead and wish it would begin .
Sleeping rough is really cold and no one will ask me in .
Ghost like shadows they cross the street right there before my eye .
If you should step inside my doorway there you will hear me cry .
I知 wrapped up in some newspapers I found inside a bin .
The winters almost over now and spring will soon begin .
I stepped inside a sacred place and said a prayer for you .
cemeteries and silence have now replaced the love we knew ,
I placed a rose there at your grave and lay there for a while .
I walk the lonely streets here with the memory of your smile .
Golden sands are far away from the doorways where I sleep .
But I can hear the waves crash down where waters run so deep .
new horizons are just hazy lines stretching out to me .
For a future without you here is where I have to be .
So I値l keep on walking the lonely streets of Bundanoon .
Where people they seem to pass by like shadows on the moon .