(to the tune of "Streets of London" by Ralph McTell)
Have you seen the young lad
Wandering round the suburbs
As if there was no place that he has a part
Life has given him a choice
But taken away a mother's voice
Scars on his heart to match the one on his head.
So how can you tell me it's over
And say that the rumors are all lies?
Let me take you on a trip
Outside of Diagon Alley
I'll show you something
To open up your eyes.
Have you seen the old girl
On her way to St Mungos
Taking her grandson to a place he knows well
They never will know him
And it hurts her just to show them
Living a death that is just short of hell.
In the cold stone tower at a quarter way past bedtime
Chatting to portraits who have never seen him cry
Afraid to find his own bed for the faces of his students
The ones he has buried and the ones who will die.
Have you seen the father
As he works in his office
Fighting a war that no one else there believes
He can't protect his children
From dangers that surround them
Worse than the fate their choices decree.