The Sweet Taste Of Friendship
Tekst : Øystein Berntsen
Melodi : Per Ivar Moum

I saw him on the corner, just the other day
His hair looked gastly in the winter wind
He knows everybody, but nobody knows him
They just pass right by him like the wind

But he likes to get out, deep in the crowd
Where nobody knows his name
The faces he meet, stare down in the street
But his anger is growing deeper

The sweet taste of friendship
Is far, far from his world
How deeply he needs it
But it’s far, far from his world

At ten he goes to O’Donahughes, to drink a pint of beer
He sits there fairly happy, but alone.
He’s not suicidal, but damn it if he cares
Give me just one beer and I’ll go home

He likes toget out….

The sweet taste….

This morning it was my turn, to face him in the street
I wondered really how and what to do
The moment he approached me, I wondered what to say
But I turned my head, and then I walked away

The sweet taste…