Hurdy Gurdy Man Songtext
von Sting

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 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 the hurdy gurdy too