Dedicated to Marton Koppany from his friend, Jesse Glass

A man named Marton was walking down the street
A man named Marton was walking down the street,
Down the street walked Marton.

He was not bitter about the road he walked
He was not bitter about the road he walked,
Neither was he bitter in the talk he talked.

He blessed the earth and he blessed the sky
He blessed the earth and he blessed the sky
And as he blessed he had a twinkle in his eye

For he knew the road that he walked upon
Was the self-same road that he talked upon,
The road that he walked was the self-same one.

So here comes Marton and there he goes
Here comes Marton and there he goes,
Where he will stop only Marton knows.