Streets of Edinburgh

Along these broken pavements
 I let my mind run free
 The past and the present
 Seem just the same to me
 The people I have loved most
 Among these stones they dwell
 And in the cleanest language
 The stories they did tell
 They pass, they pass, they pass, they pass
 The streets of Edinburgh
 Hold half the world for me
 In scores, in droves, the living and the ghosts
 The streets of Edinburgh
 Mean most to me
 Depending on your view point
 This place is blessed or cursed
 And in the years I've lived here
 I've seen the best and worst
 An air of sordid passion
 A look of dirty grace
 But not right in your face
 It's not that kind of place
 They pass, they pass, they pass, they pass
 The streets of Edinburgh
 Hold half the world for me
 In scores, in droves, the living and the ghosts
 The streets of Edinburgh
 Mean most to me
 Down greasy potholed roadways
 I watch the traffic crawl
 But for the cars and busses
 I give no thought at all
 I think about the future
 I wonder at her health
 How with this human wealth
 She does renew herself
 They pass, they pass, they pass, they pass
 The streets of Edinburgh
 Hold half the world for me
 In scores, in droves, the living and the ghosts
 The streets of Edinburgh
 Mean most to me