The Leiermann
The Leiermann
(to be spoken or sung to Schubert's The Leiermann)
Here, before the bustling market,
Stands the Leiermann;
Fingers always dancing,
Though the air is chill.
Bright dressed, he smiles
And says hello,
But few look into his eyes,
Or mutter in reply.
It is ever thus,
The conscience of their world,
They buy forgiveness with a
Shining coin, clink into his cap.
Oh Leiermann, will you play
For me, though I have no
Coin to pay? Oh Leiermann
Will you play for me?
The marketplace gives nothing free,
No boons will come my way,
For I have no coins to pay;
Oh Leiermann, will you play for me?
Copyright © Edward Clapham | Year Posted 2019
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