I Found A Stray – Richard ThompsonBy I found a stray at my back doorShe was a hungry, shivering soreHer dress was rags, her shoes were holesI found a stray at my back doorI washed the dirt from off her faceI tucked her clean into my bedBut I could never wash awayThe voices calling in her headSometimes a smile played on her lipsThat gave me joy where there was noneUntil the shadow crossed her faceLike the moon across the sunWhatever life she had to liveIt was a life of moving onI woke up one day to findMy little stray had come and goneAnd she’ll be out there round the roadIf she’s not picked up by the lawOr she’ll be lying nearly dyingAt another stranger’s doorI found a stray at my back doorShe was a hungry, shivering soreHer dress was rags, her shoes were holesI found a stray at my back doorI found a stray at my back door www.pillowlyrics.com419786497975 88k 20