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.