In the snow there
Stands a hurdy gurdy man
With his frozen fingers
Plays as best he can
Barefoot on the ice
He shuffles to and fro
And his empty plate
It only fills with snow
No one wants to hear
His hurdy gurdy song
Hungry dogs surround him
And before too long
He will fall asleep
And then before too long
He'll just let it happen
Happen come what may
Play his hurdy gurdy
'Til his dying day
Watching you, old man
I see myself in you
One day I will play
This hurdy gurdy too
