There's many a crooked path

That has ended me here

Tired, broken and wearing rags

Wild eyed with fear

There's much more to this vagabond

Than the eye can see

You can see me through different eyes

Make a princess of me

Door to door with a heavy heart

Try to stave off the cold

In the distance a gypsy cart

Filled with thieves and rogues

Sing for supper and sing for pence

A song's all I have to give

With a fiddle and with no rest

Singing only to live

Through the window a golden glow

Families gather round

Here outside it starts to snow

Silence the only sound