He walked into town one day,
who he was, nobody knew,
just a man who lost his way,
with nothing much to do,

So there he stood in the street,
wearing the dark of night,
Slowly the dust rolls off his feet,
an interesting sight,

He said to me he's here to teach,
the leasons needed learned,
told me he's not here to preach,
smiled and he turned,

So there he stood in the street,
wearing the dark of night,
Slowly dust rolls of his feet,
while his eyes shun the light,

He never knew a home,
always walked alone,
such a lonely way,
to live your days.