Cliff Richard - Gypsy Bundle - Текст песни

This huddling in my coat, this gypsy bundle
  In Liverpool, in squalor cast adrift
  A dirty ragged mess of desperation
  Though devil-touched I took as God's gift
  No history, no owner, no rhyme, no reason
  Nor explanation of his sorry state
  And yet with all the fire of the survivor
  I couldn't leave it
  I couldn't leave it to its fate

  What are we to do with it?
  Dirty, ragged, coloured breed
  Welcome it with open arms?
  Welcome one more mouth to feed?
  Could your own blood not provide you
  With the gratitude you need?

  We will call the boy Heathcliff!

  And every man on earth conceals a secret
  On which he feeds and yet tears him apart
  And in this child so great that complication
  Will surely destroy the strongest heart
  And as you fall into the traps he sets you
  And as you're drawn to cross his reckless line
  And as I watch you peer into his darkness
  I pray you'll never search
  I pray you'll never search for mine

  What are we to do with it?
  Dirty, ragged, coloured breed
  Welcome it with open arms?
  Welcome one more mouth to feed?
  Could your own blood not provide you
  With the gratitude you need?

  We will call the boy Heathcliff!