Lyrics:
In the snow thereStands a hurdy gurdy man,With his frozen fingersPlays as best he can.Barefoot on the iceHe shuffles to and froAnd his empty plateIt only fills with snow.No one wants to hearHis hurdy gurdy song,Hungry dogs surround himand before too longHe will fall asleepAnd then before too longHe'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 playThis hurdy gurdy too