For the beggar on his cornerstone
Catches pity in his wrinkled hand
But the robber whose bird has flown
Catches nothing only grains of sand

All the children in the distant house
They have feelings only children know
But the robber whose bird has flown
Catches nothing only flakes of snow

The sensation's not new to you
It's something we all have known
You get it - it goes right through you
Yes it's something we all have known

And the bird it has flown
To a place on it's own
Somewhere all alone

Now the hermit in his lonely cave
Has himself to keep [bad word] But the robber whose bird has flown
He has heartaches same as you and me

The sensation's not new to you
It's something we all have known
You get it - it goes right through you
Yes it's something we all have known

And the bird it has flown

Now the hermit in his lonely cave
Has himself to keep [bad word] But the robber whose bird has flown
He has heartaches same as you and me