Well now this England's a terrible sight

There are people sleeping out all day and all night

Some of them working some of them not

Most of them searching for a warmer plot

There are no pavements no streets lined with gold

Just people sleeping out there out in the cold

They don't have a bed a house or a flat

But lay themselves down on an old cardboard mat

Do you see me sitting, do you wonder who I am?

I'm an ex-soldier who served in Afghanistan

As sure as the clocks ticking away on the wall

The doorways fill up as it's turning nightfall

For all of the shelters there just aren't enough

Too many people are  still sleeping rough

They take up their beds to try and keep dry

When the rain and the snow falls from the sky

And for all of these people, well life's not too sweet

I've seen it myself  while out here on the street

So why is there little help for these people here

Or do you just hope they might disappear

Cause the streets of England is a terrible sight

There's people sleeping out all day and all night

Some of them working some of them not

Most of them think the world has forgot

There are no pavements no streets lined with gold

Just people sleeping out on them out in the cold.

Hazel