Georges Moustaki
Georges Moustaki
Georges Moustaki
Georges Moustaki
Georges Moustaki
Georges Moustaki
Georges Moustaki
Georges Moustaki
Georges Moustaki
Georges Moustaki
Humbly he came
Nobody knew his name
He was so poorly dressed
Looking for a place to rest
Because his feet were bare
They didn't really care
Humbly he came
Nobody knew his name
The words he said were good
But no one understood
Thought some of them received
So very few believed
Humbly he came
Nobody knew his name
Just asked for wine and bread
Somewhere to lay his head
But he asked for so much more
From the rich and from the poor
So humbly he came
His leaving was the same
Like a ship without a crew
A stranger passing through
He left the way he came
Nobody cried his name
Humbly he came
And never came again
It happened long ago
Now they would not let him go
Women wear their nicest dress
As for a much awaited guest
Children call him by his name
Invite him to their game
Men keep a glass of wine
To celebrate that time
They will feast and sing and then
They will love and love and love again
Humbly he came
Nobody knew his name
Humbly he came
And never came again