Buddy
© 2026 There’s this dog that comes on Monday mornings to the bins picking through the rubbish and the throwaway things His name is Buddy I take him food to the gate while I stand and watch him eat I think how cruel is fate He broke my heart this morning he tried to follow me home I thought of all the hungry ones cold out there alone I wanted to tell him he had done nothing wrong but he’s not mine, I couldn’t take him so I wrote him this song Oh Buddy it’s a cruel world like a lottery you lose or win and some get warm beds and food but you’re out there cold and thin I love how you wag your tail at me with your big brown eyes so hopefully I wish I had a farm - you’d have a home Oh Buddy I would never leave you alone I want the Angels to bring Grace to Earth for you to know neither hunger nor pain but it seems the devil runs the show down here and you’re a shining light on a chain Oh Buddy its a sad world but you've done nothing wrong I wish you could come home with me to a safe plac...