what kind of life we live today there is no time to stand and stare, iniquities happen every day; and if you hear his story you might think live is not fair but sometimes we are alone on our way; it’s a cold and dark november’s eve and he leave tracks in the fallen snow; the wind is blowing icy over the hills; he chafe his hands and while he scats his lungs are burning slow; is this the night he has to pay his bill?; and now he's always on the run; pursued by sadness and despair; the day that Jenny Murphy died; she's still screaming in the dark; the day that Jenny Murphy died; forgive him that he was so blind; Miss Kelly found her, in her chair,her skin seemed white as snow; and with one last whisper she said his name; and while she whispered, she felt the pain; and now he's always on the run; pursued by sadness and despair; the day that Jenny Murphy died; she's still screaming in the dark; the day that Jenny Murphy died; forgive him that he was so blind