Hurdy Gurdy Man

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

And his empty plate, it only fills with snow

No wants to hear his hurdy gurdy song

Hungry dogs around him ran 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 the hurdy gurdy too