Hurdy Gurdy Man
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You're feeling sad and you look down the street
There's a hurdy gurdy man with no shoes to his feet
But a smile on his face as his head turns your way
And the hurdy gurdy's playing and it seems to say
She loves you, go and find her
And then never ever leave her
Now he's old and he's tired and his hair is grey
And his mind's full of dreams, all far far away
As he looks up at you there are tears in your eyes
And the hurdy gurdy's playing as you realise
How you love her, and you need her
Go and find her, never leave her
Can't you see it's all around us
Happiness seems to surround us
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Children laughing in a busy fairground
There's a hurdy gurdy playing a familiar sound
And she looks up at me and we know what it means
What the old man was thinking in his land full of dreams
How I love her, and I need her
And I'll never ever leave her
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El Hombre del Organillo
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Te sientes triste y miras por la calle
Hay un hombre del organillo sin zapatos en los pies
Pero con una sonrisa en su rostro mientras gira hacia ti
Y el organillo está tocando y parece decir
Ella te ama, ve y encuéntrala
Y luego nunca jamás la abandones
Ahora él es viejo y está cansado y su cabello es gris
Y su mente está llena de sueños, todos muy lejanos
Mientras te mira, hay lágrimas en tus ojos
Y el organillo está tocando mientras te das cuenta
Cuánto la amas, y la necesitas
Ve y encuéntrala, nunca la abandones
¿No puedes ver que está a nuestro alrededor?
La felicidad parece rodearnos
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Niños riendo en una bulliciosa feria
Hay un organillero tocando un sonido familiar
Y ella me mira y sabemos lo que significa
Lo que el viejo estaba pensando en su tierra llena de sueños
Cómo la amo, y la necesito
Y nunca jamás la abandonaré
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Escrita por: Alan Lancaster / Donovan