Gypsy bundle      This huddling in my coat, this gypsy bundle   In Liverpool, in squalor cast adrift   A dirty ragged mess of desperation   Though devil-touched I took as God's gift   No history, no owner, no rhyme, no reason   Nor explanation of his sorry state   And yet with all the fire of the survivor   I couldn't leave it   I couldn't leave it to its fate      What are we to do with it?   Dirty, ragged, coloured breed   Welcome it with open arms?   Welcome one more mouth to feed?   Could your own blood not provide you   With the gratitude you need?      We will call the boy Heathcliff!      And every man on earth conceals a secret   On which he feeds and yet tears him apart   And in this child so great that complication   Will surely destroy the strongest heart   And as you fall into the traps he sets you   And as you're drawn to cross his reckless line   And as I watch you peer into his darkness   I pray you'll never search   I pray you'll never search for mine      What are we to do with it?   Dirty, ragged, coloured breed   Welcome it with open arms?   Welcome one more mouth to feed?   Could your own blood not provide you   With the gratitude you need?      We will call the boy Heathcliff!