Poor Boy - Nick Drake

Never sing for my supper

I never help my neighbour

Never do what is proper

For my fair share of labour

I’m a poor boy

And I’m a rover

Count your coins and

Throw them over my shoulder

I may grow older

Nobody knows

How cold it grows

And nobody sees

How shaky my knees

Nobody cares

How steep my stairs

And nobody smiles

If I cross their stiles

(Oh, poor boy)

(So sorry for himself)

(Oh, poor boy)

(So worried for his health)

You may say every day

Where will he stay tonight

Never know what I came for

Seems that I’ve forgotten

Never ask what I came for

Or how I was begotten

I’m a poor boy

And I’m a ranger

Things I say

May seem stranger than Sunday

Changing to Monday

Nobody knows

How cold it flows

And nobody feels

The worn down heels

Nobody’s eyes

Make the skies

Nobody spreads

Their aching heads

(Oh, poor boy)

(So worried for his life)

(Oh, poor boy)

(So keen to take a wife)

He’s a mess but he’ll say yes

If you just dress in white

Nobody knows

How cold it blows

And nobody sees

How shaky my knees

Nobody cares

How steep my stairs

And nobody smiles

If I cross their stiles

(Oh, poor boy)

(So sorry for himself)

(Oh, poor boy)

(So worried for his health)

You may say every day

Where will he stay tonight

(Oh, poor boy)

(So worried for his life)

(Oh, poor boy)

(So keen to take a wife)

(Oh, poor boy)

(So sorry for himself)

(Oh, poor boy)

(So worried for his health)

(Oh, poor boy)