If there’s a stranger at your door Ask her not about the war Give her bread and whisky pour Let her rest upon your floor You can see it in her eyes A beggar choosing a disguise Will you keep her by your side And listen to her humble lies With belly fed, she may dare To speak a name into the air Lover faithful, lover fair Lover restless, lover rare If there’s a stranger all alone Set her back to walk the stone You may wonder (but never know) “Will she find her way back home?”










