The Dustman

Lyrics
At night when everyone's asleep It must be very late! I creep Softly down the darkened stairs To the big room where we have prayers And, standing at the window I watch the Dustman going by Perched up on his high seat he looks Like charioteers in those old books And his long coat, when the lights are dim Makes funny shadows all over him
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Credits
- Writers
- Seumas O’Sullivan
- Ernest John Moeran