As I walked out
one morning fair
I found myself
drawn thoughtlessly
Back to the place
we used to live
And you still do
now without me
Around the back away
from the road
Behind the bins beneath
your window
I found the hulk
the rusting bulk
Of a shattered old piano
Someone had torn out
some of the keys
With cruel care not
thoughtlessly
In such a way
that one could only play
Minor melodies
So I sat down in my sadness
beneath your window
And I played sad songs
on the minor keys
of a broken piano
A sinner amongst saved men
on the banks
of the muddy Thames
As I have wandered
through this city
Like a child lost
in the London fog
From Highgate Hill
down to the river
Then washed downstream
past the Isle of Dogs
I've had time enough
to think upon
The question of
what kind of songs
That you would choose
to listen to
Now that I am gone
And as I drift beneath
that bridge
Just down the road
from where you live
I've often thought
I might have caught
Your voice upon the wind
But as I stroked
those broken keys
You did not
join in harmony
So I sat down in my sadness
beneath your window
And I played sad songs
on the minor keys
of a broken piano
A sinner amongst saved men
on the banks
of the muddy Thames
on the banks
of the muddy Thames
on the banks
of the muddy Thames