(originally by Bert Jansch)

To be exposed in all my strife
You gaze upon my troubled life
But it don't bother me
What you see

You take my name and hang it high
You paint my picture with colored lies
But it don't bother me
What you do

You twist my words like plaited reeds
To mark your gain and help your needs
But it don't bother me
What you say

What truth is told of who I am
Shall break the silence of waters calm
But it don't bother me
Who I am

But if you were a beggar boy
You'd sing of riches you could enjoy
But it, it don't bother me
What they are

I'm a thinkin' now, I'd rather hide
Or turn my back or stand aside
But it, it don't bother me
What I do

'Cause it don't bother me