Sting - The Hurdy Gurdy Man lyrics

In the snow there stands a hurdy-gurdy man Who 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 till his dying day Watching you, old man, I see myself in you One day I will play the hurdy-gurdy, too