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The Organ Grinder words and music by Bill Pere The cold wind blows the snow through the night The organ grinder stands by the street light All the people pass by, they wonder why He doesn't play He hears the call of distant bells Only he knows the sad story it tells The wind drowns out the chimes, he thinks back on happier times As he turns away A frozen teardrop falls to the ground As his shadow lingers over that snow covered mound Here he speaks softly to the one friend he knew Saying 'I'll play for you' On the street the people in their winter coats rush by Wondering what presents their freinds can afford to buy Oh how happy they will be tomorrow when they see Their gifts under the tree And the organ grinder gives himself to the night He knows he's too old to put up a fight And he sinks to the ground where he will lay in the snow he smiles, he knows He and his friend can play... © Bill Pere. All Rights Reserved |
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"If a man tried to take his time on earth and prove before he died what one man's life could be worth, I wonder what would happen to this world?" --- Harry Chapin |