Over there beyond the village stands an organ-grinder,
And with numb fingers he plays as best he can.
Barefoot on the ice, he totters here and there,
And his little plate is always empty.
No one listens to him, no one notices him,
And the dogs growl around the old man.
And he just lets it happen, as it will,
Plays, and his hurdy-gurdy is never still.
Strange old man, shall I go with you?
Will you play your organ to my songs?
Winterreise by Wilhelm Muller music by Franz Schubert Op. 89
Origami Rose Paper Flower, A Miura-ken Beauty Rose, opus 482 by Robert J. Lang ( Lang Rose )
