There was a man of
Confused and sad nature
Thought no one loved him
That was not true
He said he was a lost soul
Didn't fit in anywhere
Didn't know where to turn
Or who to turn to
There's a lost soul
Coming down the road
Somewhere between two worlds
With an oar in his hands
And a song on your lips
We'll row the boat to the far shore
Row the boat of the loved lost soul
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Ever since, oh, I can remember
We all tried to ease the pain
Took him in when he
Needed some shelter
Tried to make him feel
He was one of us again
There was one day
Oh, I can remember
He sat alone with
A pencil in his hand
All day long, he drew
Careful on the paper
In the end, just
A picture of a man
Of a lost soul coming down the road
Somewhere between two worlds
With an oar in his hands
And a song on your lips
We'll row the boat to the far shore
Row the boat of love, lost soul
Oh, dear Mary
Do you remember the day
When we went walking downtown
As I recall it was in early December
After school had just let out
When I see you on
The street in the twilight
I may tip my hat
And keep my head down
You show me love
But maybe I don't deserve it
I've been called
But not been found
There's a lost soul
Coming down the road
Somewhere between two worlds
With an oar in his hands
And a song on our lips
We'll row the boat to the far shore
Row the boat of the loved lost soul
