The Loneliness of Lowry

You wandered by back-to-back houses
In a sketch book you caught every sight
You took home the faces and places
And painted long into the night

    You put all the scenes of the city
    In a dreamscape in front of our eyes
    All alone amongst thousands of people
    You lived under grey northern skies

You followed the fans towards Burnden
When the Wanderers had a home game
Everyone found a place on your canvas
But you remained outside the frame

    You showed all your pain in a portrait
    Of a man with such angry red eyes
    All alone amongst thousands of people
    You lived under grey northern skies

No-one captures a street scene like you do
They made you a Master of Arts
Now your pictures they hang in high places
And you found a home in our hearts

    You lived all your life in the city
    You never could sever the ties
    All alone amongst thousands of people
    You lived under grey northern skies