Richard Thompson
Текст песни I Found A Stray

I found a stray
At my back door
She was hungry, a shivering soul
Her dress was rags, her shoes were old
I found a stray,
At my back door

I washed her dirty, from off her face
I took her clean into my bed
But I could never wash away
The voice's calm, I haven't

Sometimes a smile, let on her lips
That give me joy, where there was none
Until the shadow across the face
Like the moon, across the sun


What ever life, she had to live
It was a life, of moving on
I walk up, one day to find
My little stray, had come and gone
And she be out there, on the road
If she's not picked up
By the law
Or she'll be lying, near, dying...

I found a stray
At my back door
She was hungry, a shivering soul
Her dress was rags, her shoes were old
I found a stray,
At my back door.