Gypsy Bundle - Cliff Richard

This huddling in my coat, this gypsy bundle

In Liverpool, in squalor cast adrift

A dirty ragged mess of desperation

Though devil-touched I took as God’s gift

No history, no owner, no rhyme, no reason

Nor explanation of his sorry state

And yet with all the fire of the survivor

I couldn’t leave it

I couldn’t leave it to it’s fate

What are we to do with it?

Dirty, ragged, coloured breed

Welcome it with open arms?

Welcome one more mouth to feed?

Could your own blood not provide you

With the gratitude you need?

We will call the boy Heathcliff!

And every man on earth conceals a secret

On which he feeds and yet tears him apart

And in this child so great that complication

Will surely destroy the strongest heart

And as you fall into the traps he sets you

And as you’re drawn to cross his reckless line

And as I watch you peer into his darkness

I pray you’ll never search

I pray you’ll never search for mine

What are we to do with it?

Dirty, ragged, coloured breed

Welcome it with open arms?

Welcome one more mouth to feed?

Could your own blood not provide you

With the gratitude you need?

We will call the boy Heathcliff!