An die Türen will ich schleichen
Shuffling from Door to Door

Gesänge des Harfners The Harper's Songs


Shuffling from door to door
I’ll stand and wait as it is meet.
Kind hands will pass me things to eat
And I’ll move on in search for more.
Each will feel a happy glow
When they see my face appear
And then I’ll see them shed a tear.
Why they should weep, I’ll never know.