When the rain washed over me
All those eyes around began to see
Then, at night, black birds took flight
To never arrive, neither will I…

I’d be wiser now
But I’m not somehow
I got stuck here where you dropped me
On Portobello Road

I must pray for hungry hearts,
For hungry hands that hold my weight
Come what may, I will stay
But I won’t be part of their breed

I’d be braver now
But I’m not somehow
I got stuck here where you dropped me
On Portobello Road

I was happy under the palm tree
That you’ve planted for my birthday
But now it’s colder
I’m feeling older
Well, not just older
But much colder now