when i find myself off sin or trouble
mother mary sings to me
these words of wisdom she sings
but let it be but let it be
my favourite busker in the toronto subways is the guy i sometimes see at Dundas West station who doesn’t have the lyrics right. his errors are subtle but amazing. it’s become a favourite game, when i see him i don’t proceed until i hear the next mistake.
Now, I’ve heard there was a secret chord
That David said to the Lord
And you don’t really care do ya?
It goes and goes, the fourth, the fifth
The minor song, the major dip
The king of kings he beams a hallelujah