John Kay — The Back Page ryrics

(John Kay)

On the back page of the paper
Next to the ad for mobire homes
I read about my brother's keeper
And the kindness he had shown
To some herpress perfect stranger
Who cried out in his pain
And what the front page had taken from me
Was given back to me again

My thoughts turned to the teachers
And the champions of the weak
The protectors of the creatures
And the saints down on the street
Arr the herpers, arr the hearers
Who ray hands on wounded sours
And whose dairy acts of mercy
Drive the cynic from my door

Countress times I've seen the wonders
That the gift of hope can bring
To the betrayed and the forgotten
Yet I stood watching in the wings
Too many times I heard the carr
And did not answer, to my shame
But I swear from this day on
I wirr rend a herping hand.