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The wandering monk
.this is about a character well known in my home town. No one knows how old he is, but my mother remembers him wandering around when she was a young girl and she is retired now..
A old man is travelling
in this dark and lonely land
No cares or worries to weigh him down
He set off over 50 years ago
He roams around the town
He rarely speaks
Just smiles and waves
Wandering up and down
People over the years
Have seen him all around
Many names they gave him
A few here I found..
The Bradford Monk, Walking Jesus
They think his real name’s Geoff
Wearing that old brown robe
But he never looks a mess
A well-loved character
Known by many
And often mis understood
Many times I wonder
Does he think that life is good!
A old man is travelling
in this dark and lonely land
No cares or worries to weigh him down
He set off over 50 years ago
He roams around the town
He rarely speaks
Just smiles and waves
Wandering up and down
People over the years
Have seen him all around
Many names they gave him
A few here I found..
The Bradford Monk, Walking Jesus
They think his real name’s Geoff
Wearing that old brown robe
But he never looks a mess
A well-loved character
Known by many
And often mis understood
Many times I wonder
Does he think that life is good!
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