The Gentleman Songtext
von Hannah Rose Platt

Flecks of dust in the morning light
Float by toys back on the shelves
Dishes drying on the counter-side
Rolls down his sleeves
Straightens his tie
Whistling a love song while he works
When it′s for him to go
Neighbours hear the melody
And think it's just the radio

No one sees him coming
No one hears him leave
Is it more than just good fortune
Who′d believe?

The gentleman has been
The gentleman has been


Strolls the streets with sincerity
Looking for new souls in need
Orchestrating harmony
A quiet conductor of good deeds
A mother's keys back on the hook
A beggar finds his favourite book
A worn-down widow finds the look
Of love, reflected in a

Mirror she'd have missed
Had her head not been turned
By the sound of an old love song, faintly heard

The Gentleman has been
The Gentleman has been

Eternally comforting the lonely
Wandering with the living who are lost

No-one sees him coming
No one hears him leave
Is it more than just good fortune
Who′d believe?

The Gentleman has been
The Gentleman has been
The Gentleman has been
The Gentleman has been