Mark McCafferty - The Busker Lyrics

On a corner of rose street he plays his songs through the wind and rain all day long
And the shoppers and tourists, walking by, hardly notice the words of his songs
His reflection in a window of a shop selling diamonds where no one goes and no one comes from
And the sound of coins landing softly in the spaces in his guitar bag

Busking all day long, singing the same song over and over
Till his fingers are numb, his voice is gone and he's a little older

Somewhere on princess street he's setting up another meet with strangers who walk on by
On strings that are rusted and a guitar that's busted he'll find a tune
And you may not hear him, above the screamin' of trams and buses as they roll on
And you might not see him, even though your near him, cause he's not part of your world

Somewhere out there, on a street corner, theres a boy or girl, who'll be there all day
They'll play there best, to try and meet you with a gaze you'll forget again
Don't just walk by, stop and say hi, just for a minute, then be on your way
And tell your friends, doesn't on rose street, theres a busker, and he's ok