By Tony Floyd Kenna in aid of THe Capuchin Day Centre For Homeless People. Recorded with Maggies Farm, Heather McLeod and The Sisters Of Fate. Released in January 2011.


 
Alison, Daughter of our Nation
Alison, Sister to us all
Alison, Why does nobody want you?
Alison, Alison, Don’t cry.
Alison sits on the bridge
Her hair un brushed, Her clothes unwashed
Feeling tired and feeling hungry
Her eyes show little hope
‘You have to move along now’
Says the man from the city
‘You can’t be in public view
Or the newspapers will see you’
So, She shuffles down the street
Cold, beyond unwanted
Looking for a corner
Where the World, won’t find her
Alison, Daughter of our Nation
Alison, Sister to us all
Alison, Why does nobody want you?
Alison, Alison, Don’t cry.
Alison tries to get some sleep
Wrapped in cardboard boxes
Her boots have holes, you can see her feet
I wonder, will she make it?
Alison, Daughter of our Nation
Alison, Sister to us all
Alison, Why does nobody want you?
Alison, Alison, Don’t cry.