Met a man from Canada He was looking for a wife Said he was so tired of living his life alone Met a man with a golden tan He was travelling to Spain He had an extra ticket and he had to find someone to help him Across the plain His face was gentle, but his voice grew harsh As he spoke all the people from his past All of them were strangers acting out their parts All of them were jokers playing dice with their hearts He waited through the summer And when the right time came Packed his poems and his spears, settled in the London rain He said that he'd left fortune, he said that he'd left fame I left him on a busy street and I wonder if we'll ever meet again Met a man from Canada He was looking for a wife Said he was so tired of living his life alone