There he sits as folk pass by
His music fills the air around
Some walk past fast lost in their own world
More smile and slow to enjoy the sound.
Some give a little, some none, it matters not
Its as much for the love of the music as anything
To share the gift of music with the passing throngs
His talent to all he does bring.
Some grown man or woman in a future time
Will tell their children of when as children they did meet
And enjoy the music of his saxophone
Playing its airs on a Longford Town street!