Left alone in that huge house Servants retired to their own rooms We heard a knock on the door Open'd it, saw one of the grooms   He was leaning against the doorpost blood pouring from underneath his hand Pleading, dark eyes so desperate He tried to make us understand   We didn't need to know Because in that moment we could see In his ragged clothes and our luxury The great disparity…the great disparity   We knew our Dad would be angry but we led him through the door We wrapped him in a blanket Then he sank onto the floor   My childish fingers dialed for help I kept screaming into the phone "Please help him he is dying!" "We are the only ones at home."   The operator seemed so patient Questions she really had to ask "What colour is he sweetheart?" "Oh black?" …came up the mask   "Call another number dear. We can't help him here you see." In that moment I could clearly see the great disparity…the great disparity   I'll never forget that dreadful night His dying eyes still stare at me You see he never understood The great disparity…the great disparity