Oh the beggar on his cornerstone. Catches pity in his wrinkled hand. But the lover whose bird has flown. Catches nothing only grains of sand. All the children in the distant house. They have feelings only children know. But the lover whose bird has flown. Catches nothing only flakes of snow. The sensation is not new to you. It's something we all have known. You get it - it goes right through you. Yes it's something we all have known. And the bird it has flown. To a place on it's own. Somewhere all alone. Now the hermit in his lonely cave. Has himself to keep him company. But the lover whose bird has flown. He has heartaches same as you and me. The sensation's not new to you. It's something we all have known. You get it - it goes right through you. Yes it's something we all have known. And the bird it has flown. Now the hermit in his lonely cave. Has himself to keep him company. But the lover whose bird has flown. He has heartaches same as you and me. Oh it's started snowing