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

Till his dying day,

Watching you, old man,

I see myself in you.

One day I will play

This hurdy gurdy too.