I stood near Bethnal Green Station in East London .
It was past twilight .

I stood alone on the cobblestones there .
The trains where on strike that night .

It was cold on the cobblestones and somehow
I had to make it home .

I walked on as the fog fell down towards
the light of a public phone .

Cobblestones sit under soft moonlight at night .
Such a romantic sight .

The phone in the phone box rang .
But nobody answered the call that night .

The wind passed me by on the corner .
Where the Good shepherd mission stood .

On cobblestones a taxi cab drove
around Bethnal Green’s neighbourhood .