danny and my ponies

danny laid back and surveyed the view

a king on his bench

he was cold

he was blue

i asked for permission to give him a note

he nodded

not movin'

just scratched at his throat

always smiled slightly

seemed so bemused

like he was the one

who was glad to be used

i had a sense he was playin' a part

but i had to help

for he tore at my heart

he would walk

his feet wrapped in rags

he wandered the neighborhood

carrying his bags

the pride in his eyes would so clearly flash

like i was the one who needed the cash

the tramps in our england

have always to walk

from philip to doss house

a fifteen miles stalk

the tramps in our country have no where's to hug

home hysterics give comfort

there's no time to talk

danny would lay

he'd never speak

here was a man who had attained his peak

no fables to tell

and nothing held back

this was a man who had led a strong path

old soldier

perhaps

or a worn

old jailbird

who'd never a hand clean and never a word

for two hundred down

my project had fled

danny was gone

or may well have been dead

he walked slowly

no hurryin' to death

took in turn his view

with his very last breath

the river

the mist and the slightly grey sky

danny was waiting

patient to die

the tramps in our england

have always to walk

from philip to dorchester

fifteen miles strong

the tramps in our country have no where's to hug

home hysterics give comfort

there's no time to talk

danny laid back

looked down and the plain

the king on his bench with magnificent mane

i asked his permission to give him a note

he nodded

not movin'

just scratched at his throat

it's dangerous to faction as those who live rough

danny was a giant

solid and tough

he allowed me to gift him and scribble this song

without me and my ponies

he lived just as long