S.F. Sorrow Is Born Songtext

For ten weeks now number three stood emptyNobody thought there would beFamily laughter behind the windowsOr a Christmas tree.Then a couple from up northSorrow and his wife arrivedBefore the sun had left the streetsThey were living niside.Then before too longThe street it rang with the soundFrom number three there came a cryS. F. Sorrow is born.The sunlight of his daysWas spent in the grey of his mindAs he stole love with a tongue of liesThe world is shrinking in size.--------------------------------------------------------------------------------