The Derelict, he stands alone
and gazes out to sea.
Poor man, had I myself a home
I'd let you live with me.

I've drunk too much myself, you know;
It helps to ease the pain.
And when myself is feeling low
I know I'll drink again.

But could you see yourself, sick sir,
I'm sure you'd ache like me.
But don't you when the thoughts occur
Of what you'd like to be?

No hope to hold, he waits to die.
Should God forgive his sin,
Perhaps He'll give him one more try
And let him live again.

The Derelict, he stands alone
And gazes out to sea.
Poor man, had I myself a home
I'd let you live with me.